So come over,

I’ll make coffee

we can talk about the

way things used to be.


We’ll watch movies,

fall asleep on the couch

but

the blankets won’t cover our

feet.


And would you mind if I

kissed you on the lips

and said,

“have mercy”?


Or would you scold me,

for my stinky breath and

forgetting to brush

my teeth?


And in the morning,

I’ll take you out to

breakfast at a local

restaurant.


Don’t be offended

if the waitress calls you

“short stack.”


She calls everyone that,

regardless of their height

she’s getting pretty old,

but she gets the orders right.


So stay a while,

Stay a while.

Stay a while?