I'm sleeping with the pillow we shared the other night
Because I don't want to let that memory go.
Our legs were wrapped around each other
As we whispered the lyrics of a song
laughing quietly on the living room floor
So we would not wake those sleeping on the couch.
The maroon carpet and the blanket sprawled over our bodiesprovided more comfort than the bed of my room that seemed to be too far of a walk for either of us in our exhaustion as the credits of Star Wars Episode IV rolled off the screen.
Waking a moment later to find the television was turned off by an unknown person, and your barely squinted eyes looking into mine through the darkness of the morning
with a relaxed smile on your lips that told me you were enjoying the moment together.
So we snuggled closer, and I wrapped my arm around you, loving every minute of the excuse that it was my birthday.
With your scent still decorating my pillow, perhaps I will be lucky enough to reenact those moments together in my dreams.
Wow. I like this. Not too much is put into it. Not too little. You just put what happened and kept it at that. Kept it at the facts, And you worded it nicely. Awesome poem.
