Lazy Sunday

I wanted to have one with you;

to stay warm and snug in

a bed only big enough for one,

and the little one said roll over,

but you wouldn’t let me fall out.

We would eat breakfast,

drink tea and watch movies,

never retracting ourselves,

hidden away in the corner,

whilst the world circled slowly round us,

and it wouldn’t matter.

The time would tick on,

and before we knew it,

our day would come to an end.

But we would accept this with

the easy knowledge that our lives

were intwined,

and what was once done cannot be lost -

oh, just one day,

pure lethargic bliss,

but I cannot stay in bed.

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