Myriad of Morning Mentalities

Another day dawns without you,
I lie in my bed thinking of you,
long past the moments of waking.

I think about your smile often,
its gentle and sincere curve,
and that it appears modestly -
not too often and not too seldom,
but enough to be appreciated.

I think about your arms,
the how they naturally find
a way to hold me,
non invasive, not demanding,
just reassuring.

I think about the future,
if a future is possible,
what will it bring,
will I have mornings with you,
or just these fantasies?

I think about your day
and wonder how it will be,
if my feelings will be enough,
if you will be truly happy with me?

I think and think and then
I try to just stop, and enjoy the
moments we have had
and to look forward to more.

Slipping

I packed away an old love,
with tears and memories,
It was hard to do,
to put you away from me,
but I have another -
so you remind me.

I thought I stowed away
the last traces of you,
but you lingered,
tiny parts of you -
like dust I didn't see
and I could feel you
in the air.

You refuse to completely go,
and I have slipped,
I remember what it is like
to want you, to love you,
to never be without you -
and I am lost in thoughts of you.