Morning gratitude in Poetry

It's all hard..
But the mornings..
The mornings are the worst 
When I wake up from a panic attack 
And I can't reach out to you 
I can't hear you say just breathe
When I realize all over again 
You weren't there the night before 
And I can't smell you on my bed and on my pillows 
It's the mornings 
When I can't hear you say 
Wake up, this is taking forever..
It's the fucking mornings