Poetry

Mornings Without You

I wake up,

the first thing on my mind is you.

I'm wishing you were here next to me,

giving me that goofy smile of yours,

holding my hand,

and telling me good morning.

I make coffee,

I'm wishing you were here with me,

we could make breakfast,

two fried eggs because I know you like them.

Every morning,

I wish I could spend it with you.