I remember the days, years ago,
of negotiating our terms of living together
Learning to navigate each other’s emotional maps
It was an awkward and exciting time
Nothing was too much to ask,
nothing too small to remember
Here we are now, in our days of gold,
trying to agree on what we want to plant in our garden,
or which book we should both read next
I’ll fall asleep tonight next to you
with hope and a chance
to see my best friend again
In the dusty amber morning light
Filtered through windows you asked me to clean weeks ago!
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Author:
Michael Anthony (
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Comments3
That best friend is always there and you have a home together.
Andy
Absolutely! Thanks for stopping by Andy.
Michael
As a quick sketch of a relationship over time, I think you have cracked it.
Appreciate your thoughts on this one Dave - cheers!
Michael
...... 'it works out, all - right
and we can afford to smile all-night
tucked within those arms, who chose to hug us: so tight'..
a fun read, thanks for choosing to share your happiness
Thank you L.B.! I was trying to capture the imperfectness of an almost perfect living together relationship. Seems like I may have come close to the goal. Appreciate your comments!
Michael
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