Early Morning

I get up to make coffee
you are still in my bed

We were kids
I, at least,
running scared from what
your presence raised in me
fear of what love really is

that fear died this past year
along with so much else
some I pruned,
some was taken from me
or so I thought

but fear is better dead

now your presence
your generosity
your kindness
and your clarity
to call me on my backtracking

and all that has happened
apart and together
lets me rest
knowing I will never
have to be apart again