before I sleep, i fix my sheets and stack my pillows as if a lover sleeps on my bed
i sleep and wake up alone, but i wouldn’t mind waking up to morning hair, sleepy eyes, tired smiles and a long yawn i wouldn’t mind waking up before dawn, after dusk, during the sunset or while we’re under the stars
i wonder how lovers like these are hard to find, because i bask in the simplicity of mornings for only in these early hours do i truly know someone
maybe i have puzzles and traps stuck on my hallway, or a warning sign taped on my door for none even bothered to knock or maybe it is my refusal to find any other
no one else sleeps on my bed, because i’ve pressed all my sheets, perfumed all my pillows, marked my calendar and saved the dates for nights and days with you.