One small gripe dropped
On me over our morning meal
Unusual coming from
Across the breakfast plates
Your grimace
Accentuated what was labeled
A slight beef
To begin the day
About last night
When all of our world
Was supposedly sleeping
Most of the covers
Gathered on my side
Of our sleigh bed
Tucked around me
At least this nitpick
Was something tangible
Unlike the night before
When I danced all night
With your sister
In your dreams
While you were
Left sitting
on the sidelines
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
One small gripe dropped
On me over our morning meal
Unusual coming from
Across the breakfast plates
Your grimace
Accentuated what was labeled
A slight beef
To begin the day
About last night
When all of our world
Was supposedly sleeping
Most of the covers
Gathered on my side
Of our sleigh bed
Tucked around me
At least this nitpick
Was something tangible
Unlike the night before
When I danced all night
With your sister
In your dreams
While you were
Left sitting
on the sidelines
*Merriam-Webster’s word for the day, June 8, 2019
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