It's nice to wake up next to you
A comfortable feeling
That I could get used to.

Rising whenever we please
Taking our time to get out of bed
A ***** feeling, it puts me at ease.

Just as I am waking
I know you're next to me
And a smile is immediately forming.

I really could get used to this
Sleeping next to you
And receiving a good morning kiss.

I want it to last
But you cant stay in bed forever
I am hoping tonight comes fast.

So I can get close to you again
Hold you in my arms
And maybe the night wont end.

I, buy the tickets
We, enter together

You, find the seats
Us, alone together

The previews start
I hold your hand

The hero finds his girl.
You hold me closer

The hero falls
My lips to yours

He, the hero, rises
She, the girl, squeezes my hand
I, smile
Happy in the dark

If only till the lights come on

The teapot whines.
It has done its job, water now
struggling to escape,
a few lucky molecules joining air-born brethren–
and now it begs for the release
of its agitated contents.

And I am thirsty.

The fire dies.
With a turn of my wrist, the burner
is granted repose,
the contented sigh of the *** speaking for the pair–
happy to be of use
but eager to relax.

And I am ready.

The teabag waits.
Its tail hanging free, it slouches
lazily against ceramic,
the bag of herbs finding home in a mug–
ready for the heat
and its life's fulfillment.

And I am pouring.

The water steeps.
As steam swirls the mug, herbs
release their subtlety,
earth and fruit and the lethargy of chamomile–
a bath of comfort,
the smell of memory.

And I am calmed.

I look up from my page
to the cloud covered sky
as I see rain falling heavily

Rain.

I open my heavier window
and listen silently

I love the way it sounds
as it hits the earth's ground,
the water of the pond,
the birds come out to play.

Love.

I love the way it smells
It calms me, leaves me unable
to do anything but enjoy it.
It blocks out everything else,
leaving me in a gaze.

Joy.

You told me you loved the rain too.
I wish I could have met you
Why did you have to go?

But I know this crying sky,
It won't give you back to me.
I'll listen to its soothing fallen words instead.

So for now,
I'll enjoy it for what it is.