before i rise
shes in the kitchen
fixing a meal and pouring tea
my jacket was made of flannel
i'd place it on my shoulders
before running down the steps
into a rainy london morning.

up the road.
two rights and a left.
back to the kitchen
table turns to a desk.

my hand became stiff
and what came after
rubber rubbing out.
misplaced words
not so confident
much anymore.
any less.
many more.
Quote by ottoavist

i suppose there's a chance
i'm just a litte too shallow to consider
that maybe i've been a little more eager
each day to wake up and take a shower
brush my teeth and smile for the mirror