Woke up this morning sober
In the groggy intoxicating hold of sleep
For a brief instant, I swore I was in your room
Blankets at the foot of the bed
Wrapped up in you, mind and body
All I could think about
How beautiful you are when you sleep
How that moment should be infinite
Because we fit so well, and you feel like home
I tipped your chin up to kiss you good morning
You were gone
Alone, I could only feel the cold sheets where I wanted you to be.