Woken at 2:30
In the morning
From strange dreams
By the smell of bacon
And a need to write
A wave of
Intense longing
Linked to my dreams
Yes, another pining poem
No, no shame
I will not pretend
I don’t miss you
Regardless of definitions
You are still important
You are part of my life
Yes, another pining poem
No, Not a pedestal
You’re not perfect
Neither am I
No such thing
As one and only
But I enjoy you
All of you
The quiet
The purrs
The warmth
The anticipation
Between times together
Yes, I miss you
No, I will not apologize
Yes, I write pining poems
No, I am not sorry