Though you lay in bed with me

I’d rather sit here alone with my cup of coffee

Solitude

I tip toe quietly through my house

As if a mouse wishing not to disturb

I prefer the quiet and my thoughts

Over lying in bed your heavy arm draped over me

I sometimes wonder why I invite you here

Why I invite you inside of me

When I prefer myself over you

Over us

And that I prefer my mornings alone

Still and gentle

Not of the hussle and bustle of preparing for a guest

I’ve certainly grown to understand

You also don’t need to be here

That desire has flown away

Drifting past the morning clouds

Up to the morning sun

At its brightest light

That’d I’d rather have join me

My morning alone