I am jealous of the moon because she
knows all your 5 am secrets. ;& your sheets get to touch
you, every part of you as you fall asleep, while I keep my
eye on this empty pillow waiting for your weight to keep it
warm. But the sun he's luckiest of them all. When your
half asleep, groggy, ;& painfully unaware of how
beautiful you look he kisses your lips with
light.