Waking Up To You

What happened to the days 

where I would wake to the sound

of rain drops gently kissing the rooftop, 

and slowly form my body into a 

familiar ball of intertwining arms and legs

so that my knees would subtly press 

agaisnt your spine,

so I could stare at the abudance of freckles

gracefully sprinkled onto your shoulders

and try to memorize their silent patterns

watching them disperse into smaller pairs 

as they waltzed down your back.

If only you could read my mind, 

and see yourself in these quiet mornings

when sleep has seduced you into

giving up your troubled mind 

to her gentle promise of peace, 

the way I see you 

and your unwavering, beautiful soul. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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