Morning With Darling

waking

I roll over and kiss

the back of your neck

out of the bed

shuffling through the dark

to put on the kettle

your lunch is in the fridge

because you cooked it last night

I pull out your thermos

and fill it

milky tea

with just a bit of sugar

breakfast

standing at the kitchen counter

not a word between us

your goodbye kiss

tastes like toast

this

is what dreams are made of

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