It’s morning now, clear and quiet.
And I could sleep no longer, so I sit
Watching the wind, and the rain
slow-dancing on the asphalt
It would be cold if you weren’t here,
Wrapping a blanket around my shoulders.
You sit beside me, comfortably,
Steeping a mug of your favorite tea.
I lean my head on your shoulder
It fits securely, like I had laid it there
A thousand times before, until it belonged.
I think that falling in love might be like this.