Sad Mornings

I wake up next to pillows daily,

And the bed sheets over me.

I wonder when,

It's you I'll be waking up next to,

Or on top of me.

I don't have breakfast,

Thinking what you are having,

For I'm here love starving.

My sad mornings,

Depraved masculinity,

Airing out the dust,

Wiring thoughts.