What if this
is what life is made of?
Blankets pulled off
in the middle of the night
and you let them.
Coffee is made for
two
you add the milk,
no need to be asked.
Arms,
hands,
heads,
rest on shoulders.
Planes land,
holidays end.
Rain falls,
but soon
the sun will shine
again.
YOU ARE READING
Brecon's Poetry Book...
PoesiaHere you will find my musings in poetry form and you'll also find me in these poems; recklessly vulnerable.
