Morning

Morning.

There’s another reason I speak your name—
because today
feels like a gift
meant to understand you.

Morning.

Another reason I listen,
hoping to be changed
just by hearing
what you need.

Morning.

A song finds me again,
not loud—
just a memory of a melody
I once heard
standing close to you.

Morning.

When all else falls apart,
when this distance
feels unfair,
when separation asks too much of me—
all I have
is this word.

Morning, my love.
Morning, my beautiful.
Morning, so divine.

Morning, my sweet friend,
my hunger,
my hope.

Morning today.
Morning tomorrow.

Good morning—
my everything.