Back to work then?

Silent mornings

And I know like you

I feel better cuddled

Then

A few more minutes

Turn into hours

We rush to meet the morning

As we remember work

If we could my love

We would, won't we

Sit by the window

Stare into the green trees

Suddenly to get up

Rush to work and either of us

Calls the other mad

It is a Sunday

Today is Monday though

And you are not here

The birds are chirping loud

The streets hold a crowd

Here in this absurdity

I rush to work and miss

You yanking my hand

Holding me in a kiss