This morning I woke up
To the smell of coffee floating in the air
That you prepared with a ready smile
And love in your face.
My coffee is on top of the table
Patiently waiting for me
While you’re eating your breakfast
I joined you and we talked
About your plans for the day
We kissed and I left for work.
I’m beginning to get used to it
Like the morning that always comes
My coffee is always ready
While you wait for me
To join you in our table.
Days have come and go
Change is inevitable
I lost my job
And you became busy.
I woke up with you
Still asleep in our bed
I left and headed toward the kitchen
To prepare our breakfast and your coffee.
Things have changed lately
You no longer prepare my coffee
And you’re always late waking up
I missed your coffee
I missed my job.