7am Poem by Amy Carr

This morning—
probably around 7am—
I rolled over
expecting to find
your warm presence beside me
under the covers,
but as I reached for you
it suddenly occurred to me
that I was alone,
and had been all night.

A vague panic swept over me—
much to my surprise—
like I was drowning
in the same sea of pink and roses
which seemed warm and safe
only a moment ago
with the thought of you
being there with me.

As the moment passed
and my eyes adjusted to the light
I laid there and thought about you,
slowly drifting back to sleep,
smiling.