Sat down, waiting for me.
I asked for some tea.
I thought the morning would probably be
silent except for the old you and me.
In the car, hours before,
I heard your voice in no time at all.
The weekend ends.
Years have been spent.
When we're together,
I try to remember.
The comfort of knowing that
who I am now
is someone I'll be
even when you're around.
We spoke nothing at all.
This was the start.
A strange excitement was welling inside
I know was a growing reluctance to lie.
I was anxious and calm.
I heard your voice in no time at all.