Early Morning Thoughts (over tea)

He reaches out
to comfort me, as I lay
sleeping, stirring ... bad dreaming?
Not even a conscious thing, yet
he thinks of me!
A gentle hand
A sleepy "there, there"
gestured mindlessly in the air
and I fall all over again
with this amazing man-
The man who keeps on winning my heart
with his sarcastic smile
and soulful need to make me laugh
Asleep, Awake
Make no mistake-
That man is mine.

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