Monday Morning

My head is pounding knowing

I have to leave your bed.

Peeking my foot outside the blanket,

the cold air sends a burning sensation through my leg.

 

Grabbing your arm to move it,

I'm distracted by how warm you are.

I think to myself

five

more

minutes.

 

Then you mumble sleepily

that you love me.

I can’t leave.

My mind enters pure bliss.

 

I turn to kiss you,

Blood rushing to my face, heart beating faster,

I should of left already.

I love you too.