awoke to the sound
of breathing.
mine

it was calm
and it was even

i lay there
in this unexpected
state of contentment

i hadn't yet found my coffee
or my smokes
my perpetually, overly analytical self
hadn't yet found me

and in that simple quiet moment
i wondered
if you were real

if i only wanted
for lack of having
or if i lacked not due to want of having
but for lack of faith, in my skills
of finding something worth having

i may have
as i am wont to do
fell in love with the man
i thot you were
or simply want you to be

with out thot
of myself bein
someone wanted

quiet
un adulterated
contentment
found in this moment
lacking self doubt

perfect
sunday morning
on a wednesday