Daydreaming of You

The morning was too dreary to let me feel awake
and my cup of coffee was too hot to consume just yet.
The smell of last night's cigarettes lingered on your skin
beckoning me back into the place of shared secrets
told through wine-stained lips.

My eyes are heavy and my heart is still moving slowly,
but at least I know I'm losing sleep for all the right reasons--
all of them being: you.