Sit on the edge of the bed,
just brace yourself.
it's only five steps to the door.

you are my morning.
The only thing I'll wake up to. . .

how can i move an inch
when you're not on the other
end of this floor?

You are my daytime,
you keep pulling through.

carpe diem loses its boldness
when you're not a part of
what i seize.

You are my evening,
all that I relax into.