Linger, when goodnight brings resistance and words say time to part, I can't convince my heart to do the same. Time be still, give me a moment, then, hasten me here again. It matters not the place just the face. Wherever there is we I can breathe.
In the morning you expect the smell of breakfast You can almost taste the scent of it from your dreams But then you stumble out of bed and hobble up the steps to see everyone in the house still fast asleep. You think about grabbing a book and a hot cup of coffee, the thought of that sounds warm and inviting But then you do and the feeling isn't there By noon everyone's awake and rushing to get out the door You're not quite ready and the whole house is filled with tight throats Now it's afternoon You ate You talked Never actually saying anything worth it's air And on the car ride home you forgot it was even a holiday Everything you thought about doing that night didn't sound right once you went through the motions of it in your head So you sit with a pen and a paper And explain what a coward you are to have wasted such a beautiful day