Some nights, we wade into our comfy couch,
To soak, in front of the box.
You nestle a pillow into my lap,
My fingers twirling your locks.
There’s not much to say,
It’s been a long day,
Filled with computers, and phones,
So there’s no higher brew,
Than sitting with you,
As your warmth gets into my bones.
Bryson Thomas
Is there something I’ve forgotten?
Something left undone?
Something that I should have known?
Something, or some one?
Is there something I’ve not taken?
Something I should leave?
Something I should throw away?
Or that I should retrieve?
Is there something I have overlooked?
Something to ignore?
Something I forgot to love?
Or something to deplore?
Is there something I forgot to show?
Someone I should be?
For, now I stand so close to you,
There’s nothing else I see.
Bryson Thomas
I used to be a loner, but
My mind is lately changed,
The metronome
That I call home
Is greatly rearranged.
One was once my bastion,
A number quite proficient,
But now there’s two,
And that two is you,
One is insufficient.
Bryson Thomas
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