he leaves before I am fully awake
\nit’s too early
\nand I am warm and snugly
\nuntil he is gone
\nthen suddenly I am aware
\nthat part of my
\ncomfort
\nis missing<\/p>\n
the coffee is waiting
\nwhen I come down
\nwarm
\nand aromatic
\nit draws me in<\/p>\n
the house is quiet
\nand stillness surrounds
\nbut floors creak
\nand animals stir
\nlife<\/p>\n
outside gentle snowflakes
\ndescend
\na gorgeous grace-filled icicle
\ndrips
\nenhancing it’s beauty
\nand shape<\/p>\n
as I sit with my book<\/p>\n
I can feel the chair next to mine
\nis empty
\nnot the same
\nmissing
\nit’s Saturday morning<\/p>\n
opening my email
\na brief, \u00a0cheeky
\nyet beautiful
\n‘Good Morning … … \u00a0i love you’
\nappears<\/p>\n
breath catches
\nheat rises
\nheart swells
\nsettling in
\nsurrounding
\nembracing<\/p>\n
and even this
\nis enough
\nto set my smile
\nand he knows it \u2665<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"