morning

i'm jealous of the eyes that get to wake up next to you they get to see your peaceful face connect the freckles on your cheeks like constellations lightly brushing their finger creating a new sky on your face they get to inhale your sweet scent and feel right at home they get to hear your rough gravely morning voice whisper 'hi' all i have are the memories and the empty side on my bed where you should be all i do is lie here and wait for you hoping that one morning that will be me again s.m

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