2 in the Morning and Afternoon

It is two in the morning when I feel your warm hands begin to massage my feet.

Two of us slumped over each other, tired-eyed, forgetting other life subsists

Two of us having night adventures that make us believe for a moment we are the only ones that exist

Two of us reminising about the past, enjoying the present, and fearing for the future

 

It is two in the afternoon when I see you have saved lunch for me

Two of us joining friends for a meal and a good laugh

Two of us arguing about nothing, then apoligizing when we know we have played too rough

Two of us looking forward to two in the morning

 

 

This poem is about: 
My family

Comments

stellasfuller

I love this

syd_sciencekid

Thank you so much! I had a boyfriend riding out a sugar high while writing this, so I am glad you liked it!

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