Mornings are the Worst (When You’re Not Around)

I don’t like when you call me, baby
or that it’s probably the name you give everyone
I like when you talk to me
and never fail to leave me combing the beach for words

If only I could form a fragment
with you around
you with your silvery words
that cover me until I’m in a solid state-
a shell of the person I wish you could love

If your presence would allow
I would tell you how I have started thinking of you
between my sheets
when  the sun starts to greet the sky
or how my face lit up today
at the thought of your body
in my afternoon shower