As I roll over,
I expect to meet my lips with yours
And to pull you close
As the morning cold engulfs us.
I expect to laugh with you
And to smile
As you stretch, and the sigh of relief,
I feel too.
I expect you to rub your nose on mine,
To remind me I have something
To wake up for
And my heart warms as you do.
This morning, I woke up alone.
On my half-made bed.
Cold, unwelcome by my own warmth.
No amount of stretching will relieve
The crick in my neck.
Why am I even awake?