I miss the mornings when I got to lay in bed with you.
The way your curled around me and grabbed so delicately at my hand
You do not know how afraid I was, that I would break you
I knew you weren’t fragile but I still saw you as unreal.
That by taking my eye of you, you would just disappear
I was afraid. Yet you loved to cuddle close
Would out your head near my chest and let out the biggest fuss if I moved
I was a weak and yet… to you…I was home