I awake in the morning with her eye lashes along my pillow. The heat still lingering where she laid only hours before. I stretch my arms wishing they could land beneath her neck. She warned me that she couldn't stay but I'm not convinced. I see the way she looks at me. The way the shape of my body fills her pupils and all the empty space inside her heart. The way her feet shake right before she falls asleep, almost  eager to fall. I'm so close, I know I am. If only she would stay long enough for warm coffee in bed or to be awaken by gentle lips along her wrist. Some people ache when the sun goes down, for me it's always the mornings.