The aroma of coffee, sweet with love
fills my palette on Monday mornings,
itchy cheek kisses from your
unshaved stubble whisper “I Love You.”
You run late to work because
the warmth of us under layers of blanket
makes the bed seem like a boat in the
middle of a sleeping ocean.
“You’re worth it,” you shout as you rush out the door.
I stumble out of bed- stuck in a limbo
of selfishness and complete undying love from you.
For though you love me with every fiber in your heart,
I plead to any God that will listen
for me to give that love back to you,
but I can’t.