In The Morning
by Darren Stone

It is mostly dark now,
and I am mostly asleep.
Just a faint blue light from the hallway.
Doors locked, books closed.....
television still warm.
But a second-story breeze will ice this room in no time.

One more look around the walls,
and then touch all the pillows.
Not here.....no, not here.
No shadows and
no sound.

And I wonder how it can be there is no hint of your presence
when we both know quite well
how you still enjoy this room

and this bed.

Yet, for all our loving and laughing and dancing
there is nothing I can offer as proof
once I awaken in the morning.