Morning Poem by Hannah Barham

Morning sweeps in
sun rising early
and I rise with it.
You are here,
next to me.
The "good morning"
I'm so used to reading
is whispered in my ear,
so close that your breath
makes my skin rise in goosebumps.
My body,
tangled in your limbs,
my fingers
entwined with yours.
I turn in your arms
and you rest your head on my shoulder.
I long to whisper in your ear
how much I care for you
how much I stand to lose
but the words stick in my throat
and instead I press
a kiss to your temple,
run my fingers through your hair
and hold you
like I'm never letting go.