You will always be 5AM to me. Weary, tired and anxious. Rising with the sun. A half-smile across your face as you rise from our shared bed and put on your bra and underwear.
In a haze you ask me if I can drop off your key on your lunch break.
"Okay"
You kiss my forehead like a worried Mother and whisper "go back to bed".
I will miss this the most when I miss you.
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