Waking up with this one

her eyes were smiling

she touched my face

and kissed my bare shoulder

I shine back at her

with a wistful silence

regretting I may miss her

through a weary conviction

She won’t be back again

she’s too sweet to toss

like stones across a lake

till the handful is gone

            And waking up with this one

            I can’t stop my eyes

            from smiling so brightly

            can’t help but kiss her

            She loved the night

            she’ll like the morning

            but in her eyes I see

            the weary conviction of goodbyes

            She'll have me back again

            and again till it stops-

            and my last stone

            she's skipped across the water