I miss you in the morning when the Sun

I miss you in the morning when the Sun
is not quite up, when the birds are not awake
yet, when the purple of the wide night sky
has not yet dimmed its stars. I miss you when

I wake up, when I dream and when I sleep
alone in the cold pillows. I can't take
the jostle of the world alone, I can't
move in the light without you, these illusions

assail me. When I hear the birds all singing
their morning songs I think of you, I miss
the way your skin held warmth, the timbre of

your voice on the telephone, the way you said
you loved me and you meant it. In the morning
I am alone and I don't know if you're real.