I am picking up my pencil
at 6:10 am
to you
to say my bed feels lonely without you
and you looked **** fine
going to work in my Led Zeppelin shirt.
There are still crumbs on my floor
from the enormous bag of popcorn
we shared in handfuls
making nothing but a small dent
as we worked our way closer
with each bit of laughter
and sweep of a hand across a lower back.
Colors seem brighter this morning
and we both know why babe.
I don't know what more to say
but for today
I am yours.