Woke up this morning, his song cut through my window

High-pitched and boring, through my head he sent a slideshow

That kept repeating, hearts beating at dawn when our eyes met

The same early greeting that he has always said.

In bed

It’s leg over hips as we shuffle back under the covers

Two fingertips and the breath from her lips on my shoulder

And it’s repeating, hearts beating at dawn when our eyes met

The same early greeting that she has always meant

For me

And it’s repeating, hearts beating at dawn when our eyes met

The same early greeting that she has always meant

For me