More Hasty poetry
The light was shining through the curtain.
Morning, once again, came far too early.
I had beat the alarm clock going off today
I never, ever beat those annoying notes
But today I had and so I laid still listening
To the birds breaking the a.m. silence
I realized I was above the covers, dressed
Having fallen asleep before I had meant to
I felt his hand in mine, strong and warm
His hand held mine and I thought briefly
Don’t ever let go