Rupi Kaur

i live for that first second in the morning
when i am still half-conscious
i hear the hummingbirds outside
flirting with the flowers
i hear the flowers giggling
and the bees growing jealous
when i turn over to wake you
it starts all over angain
the panting
the wailing
the shock
of realizing
that you've left

-the first mornings without you