03 July 2010

Mornings

It is in the mornings that I wake to find you gone.
It is in the mornings that I reach, warm and fuzzy-minded from sleep, to cuddle you and wake abruptly to the lack.
It is in the mornings, with their 5 hour time difference, too early to call and reassure myself with your voice, that I feel how far away I am.
It is in the mornings, quite and peaceful and utterly lacking in your warmth, when I let myself weep.

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