346 Rainy Morning [30 September 2000]

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.

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Newbie weight lifter. Love cats and baseball.
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