Maybe…
Maybe it was the way
the birds were chirping a little too cheerfully
that made me think they were talking
about us last night.
Maybe it was how the sun
said it was jealous of me,
as it stretched his arms over the trees
into the clearing sky,
because I get to lie next to you.
Or maybe it was how your bathrobe
seemed to fit me just right
and how your mirror gave me a knowing smile.
Maybe it was the note you left me—
the one you wrote last night saying
“make yourself at home,
just don’t wake me up before ten.”
Or maybe it was the fact that you left the note at all.
The subtle reminder that, If I’m lucky,
you’ll be dreaming about me later on.
Maybe—just maybe—it was waking up next to you
That made me fall in love with mornings.
1 comment:
Hey. You already know what I think of you. I'm tired, go easy on me, here's another one. I think this one is better, although, judging by your reaction (and my re-read) that isn't saying too damn much.
It's so hard to walk away
Pretend like you don't care
You can say it'll all look better in the morning
Except when you wake up
It all looks the same
You can just see the imperfections clearer
In the sunlight.
And somedays
It's not even worth getting out of bed
And you realize too late
That today was a waste of makeup.
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