Six in the Morning

Swallows, half covered by blankets  
Highlighted by the morning sun  
I could I almost hear them singing  
As your chest rose and fell  

Coffee scent drifted in  
The radio alarm disturbed the scene  
Of your unusually still form  
And soft expression  

Loud yawns and superman stretches  
Scared the cat, and made us laugh  
Now the room feels quiet and empty  
An unwelcoming former haven  

I think of you on cold mornings  
Shivering, and snuggled up to me  
We'd be each other's warmth  
We were each other's worlds, then  

Sleepy green eyes and lazy smiles  
Frequent my thoughts, and my dreams  
Sometimes I wake and still expect  
To tease you about your bed head  

Now, it's getting increasingly hard  
To get up and face the day  
When all that greets me
Is spoiled milk and a moping cat