It's too early to wake you,
but I know I have to.
Fighting morning battles,
And all the planning
And all our scheming,
It got us nowhere.
And every morning,
When the day is dawning,
I want you here.
Just here.
You were tracing an old faded scar,
Asking the story behind it,
I smiled and shrugged,
"Not very important."
But the scars unseen,
That were cut so deep.
Like the where the ocean,
Meets the sea,
Down in the depths,
of a dead sleep.
And when you go,
you get a kiss and a hug.
to hold you over til you get home,
Where I sit waiting by the door,
beside the cat but otherwise alone.
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