by remembertoexhale

You make mornings a little brighter
nights less quiet
and I like my face in the nook of your head and shoulder
and I like that I don’t have to write about you to make sure you’re real
no more penning down ghosts
you’re as bright as Friday night lights and as real as a Wednesday afternoon
running through my Saturdays
the laughs on a Thursday evening
You’re as comfortable as a jersey on a Monday morning
As sweet as Sunday’s tea
and I would like Tuesday’s toast with a little morning glow and a lot of you.