A Lazy Day with You

A shade of pastel pink paints the walls
while old friends expel the warm tones
of their weekend hobby
to their wool worn sweethearts
cozied up on the couch.

They watch with a lifetime of love in their eyes
and we listen with an earful of admiration
for the afternoon.

It’s easy listening here
so we decide to sit tight
to drink it all in.

Our copper splashed cups–
etchings of a melancholy hideaway
all its own circling them–
smells of blueberries
while tasting of spontaneity.

Even though we’re sitting in silence,
for these moments,
I know home is here with you
in a room full of strangers
experiencing everything
this evening has to offer.

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