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good morning

I told myself I was going to try to write happier poems, this one still turned out sad.

good morning

"good morning," you whisper in my ear, as you slide your arm

around my waist and pull me

closer to you. “good morning,”

i reply, turning my head to look

at you. your hair flies in different

directions and your eyes are still

closed. but sometimes when we’re

like this, you’ll open your eyes quickly

and widely and stare at me

with those big blues,

we laugh every time.

this time, however, your eyes stay shut.

i lean forward and kiss your cheek

just so i can make you smile. you do,

and then exclaim, “oi!”

you’re so predictable.

i lay my head back on the pillow,

and wriggle backwards so

that our bodies can be as

close as humanly possible.

you kiss my head and

i can’t help but smile and feel

a warmth spread in my chest.

it’s not hard to make me happy.

this made me happy. you

made me happy.

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