how different this morning
is, with you here.
the trees full
of birds, the push of limbs
against one another,
like us in bed.
how different the coffee
tastes, the breakfast
we make
together, the talk of
news, as we share
and unfold the morning
paper.
how different life is
when two people
find ground
to live as one, as best
they know how.
Sunday, May 10, 2015
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