I set the table for two.
Breakfast is ready.
You're in the shower,
I sneak out a book
and read while I wait.
Made eggs, toast and an acai bowl.
You like your eggs scrambled.
It says a lot about you,
and how you're always all over the place.
Three years ago,
I was still in bed, drunk over 2 bottles of champagne.
Trying to sleep behind black curtains in a cozy room.
Now I'm enveloped in the tall white walls
of your apartment.
Anyone who came in congratulated us.
"You guys really have your life together huh."
And I excuse myself to cry in the bathroom.
Three years ago,
I lived in a small room in a big city.
I would run during the day, swim after lunch,
prepare packed meals,
party 3 times a week.
And I still had my life together.
