My Morning Poem by Mark Garcia Quintero

are you awake?
beneath the cotton blankets,
coconut coffee, hungup winter jackets,
smooth skin, soft lips,

unbrushed hair, needs no brushing,
the window is open, her eyes meet you,
now she is blushing, the old am radio is singing,
Saturdays agenda is lazy,

a smile, then a whisper,
she said, i love you,
my eyes shut, then they open,
if you only knew...

she was never there,
a lost memory,
from a past time,