We are lying in bed,
sleep still in my eyes.
I'm between dreams and full cognition.
His hand in my hand.
His lips to my ear.
I listened as he whispered,
sweet nothings, so dear.

I stretched and recalled,
countless, glorious mornings such as this.
I silently whispered a thank you,
For, we had been truly blessed.

With a home, so full of cheer.
Our bellies empty, we never feared.
We were not quite in our golden years,
yet, we were surrounded by youth.

I reluctantly shook off the marvel of it all.
Could've stayed in the state of love's free-fall.
Still, as the last dregs of slumber passed,
and, my reality vacated the haze,
my bed-mate's message...