At twenty-five minutes to just before you turned over to turn off the alarm
you put your arms around me in my dreams, however unlikely that seems dreams are like that and I like that.

At sometime past one of the hours when my clock needed winding up I got up being careful not to disturb my shadow which was still sleeping,

I had intended to make the bed but made coffee instead and pottered about until it was time to go out.

I think that I'm pottering more and more and my memories are going,
and they're not going out with me
they're probably stuck with you
at twenty-five minutes to.