Morning comes too swiftly, caught me unawares
though I know her familiar touch,
know her soft tread across the floor,
know her face in the darkness,
as well as I know my own, still,
when morning comes, she comes too swiftly,
and I must leave off dreaming,
must turn away from warmth,
leave you and face the day.
And sure, the day’s delights and wonders,
they are all arrayed, but
morning comes too swiftly,
taps her fingers on the table,
glances at the time,
everything about her says go,
so I grin and follow.