There are little habits
that hold us together
little things that make the world
keep spinning
like washing our hands
kissing each other good morning
and,
for me,
wandering around the house in the mornings
wearing unders and a nighty
dancing like an idiot
and singing a song that played in my dreams
just the night before
other wise,
it'll be stuck in my head all day
I thought you died alone...
a long long time ago...
*oh no, not me....