Conventionally Titled Poem--Morning Poetry

Sitting up at 8 AM writing a poem I’m really not a morning person A tissue box is my desk A Horizon of Hope pen That’s PEN not PIN I remember you don’t seem to mind the acoustic difference And I’m writing all this down on the back of complied bad pick-up lines No glasses no contacts all blurred This is me coming out of shock Finally Because you drove so far only to sleep beside me One night with appointments far away in the morning Set my alarm for 6:41 didn’t go off (that was a coincidence, I swear) but you were out the door by 6:54 You told me to stay in bed Don’t walk you out I did this but now I’m awake and desperately tired and spelling every other word completely wrong Sitting up cold, blanket less with beginning sunlight creeping up my back Sitting up at 8 AM writing a poem I’m really not a morning person