GetUpGo

I don’t want to 
I know I must 
I must get up
get dressed get out 
and get on with 
my early morning routine 
of coffee and jazz
and the awaited sunrise 
but I stop pausing 
to look back at 
your back your face 
turned away as if 
to say just go 
So go I do 
missing you more with 
each step than the 
one before the last