i've laid a million mornings for you on the cold side of my pillow
for every time i will forget to love you proper
forget to call you the sunrise
forget to wake to your breath
when i am lazy with my morning
and you are beautiful
but i forget to notice
there will be a poem there
waiting for the stutter of your voice to crack over the horizon
to bend itself into melody
something that will cling to your memory
for on the mornings that i slip away
and you need me the most
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