imbue

I cannot make it live again
except in memory
but there, vibrant and serene
I revisit a late spring morning
the sun not fully wake
but I fully dressed
yet unwilling and unready
to greet the dawning day
I remove my shoes
lay me down again 
to curl against the curlicue
of the still sleeping
sweetly groggy you
just five minutes more and
the rest of my day infused
with comfort and calm
that radiated from a soft snore

I cannot make that day again
nor all the days around it
in reverie I can but hope to imbue
my current days with a little bit of you
a paltry substitute, it's true
but compared to the alternative of nothing
it'll do