Mornings Are For Daydreams

I woke up with you next to me this morning. 
  
Your hourglass waistline 
blended in with the horizon 
outlined in the darkness 
of my room. 
  
When I cooked breakfast; scrambled eggs(your favorate) 
you sang like you did the last time 
we cooked dinner together. 
You were cutting the strawberries 
while I perfected the chocolate sauce. 
It was the same melody I heard in the run down french hotel. 
(The same place I held when you were sick) 
  
I finished the rest of the wine, 
the glasses are still on the table 
They look nice there. 
When it gets cold 
I wear the flanel you bought me, 
because it doesn´t look like a real jacket. 
  
Today, 
I might walk through La Latina 
and search for the coat 
you couldn´t find. 
Or watch a film at the old slaughterhouse, 
because it is so typically 
"us". 
I´ll take pictures of everything 
(something you would like) 
  
My friends lose their incomprehensible breath 
when they call you beautiful. 
I do too, 
but I´ve had more practice 
so it´s much harder to notice. 
  
    - 
  
When you are not here, you are here 
and the "magic" 
always beats the "realism" 
  
I sleep better 
when I wake up 
next to you.

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[Pi Cee]

Because its so easy to believe. Love runs deep aund long and beautiful. Great write.