I open my eyes to a rainy morning,
my favorite kind,
where even noon seems early.
I wish you were here,
sleeping next to me.
Your breathing mixing with the sound of rain,
to create music as it beats on the window.
I look to where you would be,
where your warmth would be.
I long to slide deeper under cover,
to lay close against your side,
my hand resting on your chest,
my ear listening to the pounding
of your heart.
I smile sadly to myself:
you are not here.
Maybe one day
you will.