sitting on the middle stool in my parents kitchen
a nudge to get out of bed
coffee mug in hand
walking alone
walking with friends
waking together
under sunrise with legs moving
an ‘i miss you’
a ‘can i come by’
on a bike down a hill for some miles
on a horse in a field through blue sky
on a board in early morning white powder
between dinner and bed
settling into evening
couches are for curling up
between bed and sleep
content to be here
you’re next to me
I’m next to you
right or left
please you choose
I especially love this last; I can imagine you in all these scenarios.