Its early morning
I wakr up and sretch my eager hands
To the other side of the bed
Your side where you are supposed to be
But the feeling of empty space is confirmed with my fingers full of bedsheet
All mornings all waking days
My body is programmed to reach out
Am tired of pretending my second pillow is you
I want you to be the first thing i see when this eyes of mine open
To grope and find you still in dreams
To reach out and find you with me.
