When I wake up in the morning I think you are still here
I feel warm and cosy but it doesn’t last for long
The sudden shock of memory fills my heart with fear
The memories of Brancaster, of the seats on Southwold Pier
Soothe my inner being as if I hear birdsong
So I wake up happy,thinking you are here
The cottage of our honeymoon, the love that was so dear
Even though you’ve gone away, with you I will belong
The sudden shock of memory fills my heart with fear
Waking up completely seems to be ,well, insincere
Here are my two pillows on the floor where they’ve been flung
When I wake up in the morning I think you are still here
I walk into the bathroom,I must wash my hair
I see your tartan handkerchief, it dispels my song
The burdens of the memory ,heart filled full with fear
I get aching in my heart, aching lasts so long
But I will keep on singing, the cat ain’t got my tongue
I wake up in the morning, I think you are still here
But then return sweet memories, like the boats on Windermere
How my heart sings 
I like the way you slip in that down to earth line “the cat ain’t got my tongue” to remind us that the real world is there, too. It’s a clever construction.
Glad you liked that slightly odd phrase,Mike.Thanks so much for reading this poem
Very emotional!
Thank you,Betel