How nice it is to wake up alone On a drizzly morning. Get dressed in easy silence, Drive to work over wet roads Through towns were not many Know your name.
How comfortable to be Unencumbered in your sleep To toss and turn as you want Wake up wrapped in no embarce But your own Savor the soft golden haze Of your skin loving your bones Alone.
How sweet you seem To you Brewing up the coffee or Running fingers through Your hair With tender care.
How good it is To be one's own companion In this world of doubles
How nice it feels to wake up To the rain And you, Only you and the rain.
~CRH April 2012
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