Mornings

I awake most mornings to the smell of you getting ready
dabbling about between the sink and the bedroom
quietly opening closets and putting on clothing
so as not to disturb me.

But it's your smell that wakes me so
gracefully wafting into my subconscious
not soap nor hairspray nor the pot of coffee you've brewed
just simply your smell - indescribably you.

And I think to myself how tragic mornings would be
if I were forced to awake to only the smell of coffee.