Mornings with you

I turn and your gone
The bed is still warm with you
In the kitchen I hear your spoon
As it hits the bottom of the cereal bowl

I know before you leave you'll look in
You don't say anything
but I hear the door open
I feel your eyes

I'm not asleep
But I don't want to delay you
With my meaningless jabber
You start now
I start later

Later, in the kitchen
on the table sits
a clean bowl
and cereal for me