Sunday, September 22, 2019

At the end of the day

At the end of the day there is only one place I want to be.
Home and in your company replaying  our day.
Sharing that dinner I cooked and didn't burn.
Getting sleepy reading in that chair wrapped in each other.
That lamp that reminds me of you sits on the table nearby.
It shines a soft golden glow mellow as the mood.
We slowly disentangle  joints a bit stiff but it's ok.
Off to bed we stumble forgetting we're not 16 any more.

At the end of the day this is where I find you.
In my Slumber in my Dreams.

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