Monday, August 28, 2017

My morning coffee

My mornings are the best when I hear you laughing, not just at your dreams but at me. When I know that I can make you laugh the first thing in the morning. When I know that whatever day brings it will be fine. When I know that you are happy here and feeling alive. I wish for many more to come even if it's here, present. You always know I rush with things and thinking how my time should be spent.
My life feels complete every time I hear the sounds of waking up, realisation I'm with you and it's still time to roll in bed, no need to speedup. It feels like it's all new, even if it's not; like this is where I belong, it is my home, a lot.
The best things come and stay; he's like a morning coffee, the most wanted part of the day.

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