Waking up to your ways

Our second 

morning together.

You might 

not be counting.

I am.

I am so

thankful 

and grateful

I feel like 

I should

count. 

Not take a 

day for granted.

Both of 

our pasts

have both

happiness

and pain.

the painful

parts stick 

with us.

Not in a

bad way.

For me the 

painful parts

remind

me that

I am alive.

I make mistakes

and so do others.

I get out of 

bed and walk

down 

to the kitchen.

I make a cup of 

coffee and 

climb back 

into our 

bed.

The bed

that when 

we climb into

makes the rest

of the world 

disappear.

This morning 

will be a busy day.

As I get dressed

I am thinking

of the way

you 

kiss and hug

me before

you leave to

work.

I am not 

used to this.

Someone 

loving me,

Someone 

who really wants to 

be kind to me.

I walk downstairs

and funnel

through

the room full of 

furniture.

As I look to 

the side I see

the bed 

that I was going to 

build this morning...

Already

built.

As I smile I 

think how

much I love.

How much

I love waking

up to your

ways...

on day two.