I remember that moment like an old family portrait,

Your hair, bright as red sunshine, tousled by slumber,

The creases on the pillow still there, 

Where you lay your head to wake a new day, 

Our bed still redolent of dreams, like lover's perfume,

And your voice, singing folk songs, soothing as a breath of ocean waves, 

The smell of fresh coffee, 

The distant clank of pans, 

The soft trickle of sink water, 

And you, coming to me like an apparition,

Magical as morning. 

One day we will love simply again. 

-gypsywrites