This Morning

 

When I woke up this morning,

I wasn’t on my own.

Behind me I could feel her,

A girl I didn’t know.

She was still asleep and breathing deep,

And her feet were wrapped round mine.

Her arms were stretched across my chest,

And her breath ran down my spine.

I thought I might remember,

If I could only see her face.

But I didn’t want to wake her up,

And lose that tight embrace.

For an hour I lay thinking,

And trying to recall,

And then it hit me, hard and fast;

She wasn’t there at all.

When I woke up this morning,

I lay there all alone,

Dreaming in my prison cell,

Of a girl I don’t yet know.

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