if you'd wake up too.

It was early and I was up
And the air smelt beautiful
Of soft and damp before-coffee
Or the chill that would warm up to be
Waffles; It was an air that felt like
A lone walk in the park and the
Soft wriggle of toes in cuddling
Couches when you breathed in
The quiet black morning while
Everybody else was
Darkness and forgotten.