Thoughts that creep up on you
Dreams that persist
Of silly squabbles and roaring laughter
Of football games and cheese
A simple supermarket trip
A slow walk down the road
Touch of a hand, skin warm and smooth
There's no greater pleasure
My mind could perceive
But everyday I awake
To an empty space
A reminder of time still left
Before we share a meal
Or have an evening in
Just such simple things
Time still left to burn
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