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
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