the Breakfast Club

You make coffee for me every morning.

You don’t know me.

My heart pounds when you 

gaze at me, no caffeine ever needed.

You call from work, to say you miss me.

You don’t know me.

I start missing you even

you are right in front of me.

You like to stroll with me in the evening,

in summer, fall, and spring.

You don’t know me.

Holding tight, we can melt winter over winter.  

You whisper you’ll catch a star for me,

patting me until I sleep like a baby.

You don’t know me.

You are already my galaxy.