Before Their Sunrise

I think about you a lot in the morning.

Simply because I am me at my personal fullest when I wake, just before the world banks on its opportunity to affect my being. Just before the beauty of the day arrests my attention. Just before I dress for my role as an agent of fate. You'll never hear more truth in me than from the squinted eyed and deep rusty voiced character covered in sheets preferably shared by you.

Ask him anything, tell him whatever it is your heart desires. Breathe in his response, appreciate it, fathom it.

I promise, you'll never see anything more human.

So I guess as much as I love you always, I love you more in the morning.

Yours Truly