This time is sacred to me.
I wake up ungodly early to find it
But you are never far behind me
And it is never long enough
I feel your thoughts before I hear your footsteps on the stairs

I don’t mean to be impossible.
You get up early for work.
I get up early to grab some space before the days begins.
And you invade it
The casual way you invade eveything of mine.
Without ever asking

This is afterall sharing a life
Sharing a bed, a house, a home
We are intimate in every way
And yet I still try and creep down early
To find this little space.
In which I can hear my voice without yours.
Bc I cannot give myself to you without first knowing what it is I give.