this

its like sunday morning
only stolen
she turns and
takes the blanket
with her
entwined
soft
i never thought
he does
all the lost
mornings
this is where they
have gone
anything could be
like this
again consideration
this word
this time
i have
he pours a drink
i never thought
i’d be in the same room
he drinks
i’m sleepy
i’m not
she smiles
dreams of poppies
quiet music
i’ll come to
bed later
another drink
i will just
watch you