wake up to this

These mornings are tangled with
the scent of your suit jacket around my shoulders,
images of the shy curve of your lips, and
the sound of your deep laughter.

Quiet smiles follow me throughout the day,
hiding in the shadows and appearing when I least expect them.
I’ve tried to shake you from my thoughts,
but you’ve stapled yourself to the pages of my days.

And these nights end with my raised palms,
asking Allah to bless me
with a life full of the tenderness in you.