brighter mornings

This morning, for once,

I don’t look past the window pane.

I find comfort wrapped in bed sheets,

Outside there’s only rain.

Never would I trade this view;

I’ve never seen a sunrise

So bright, or a sky so blue.

But only when my bed holds not one,

But tangled up, there are two.


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