Our afternoons
the smell of coffee
couches and cable
noises of children playing outside
Our nights
flickering flame
whispers traded, shared
sighs, breaths & darkness
Our mornings
dew drops on windows
new hopes
a harmless hurry, impatience
Our evenings
a nearing shroud of night
I, watching you ride off
craving to be together with you, again
Us
and our times.
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