Wrapped in a white towel
you bring life to my grandfather's empty home
It's been three years
but now you're gazing up into my eyes once more
A chaste kiss, a reminder
You take a shower and I go down to make breakfast.
Too many options in the cabinet
you make your agreeable executive decision
I adjust a piece of your garment
and realize, we could go back to
how we once were
before the deception and tears
But then I awake
and realize, I should believe in
second chances