It’s a Sunday, and I’m sleepy. Oh my heart…

Sleeping in my own bed and it’s emptied other than my little self and those bigger six foot three dreams. And I’m told it’s all going to be okay, and I know. It’s all going to be okay.

Take an extra ten minutes to stretch my limbs, my heart, my head. It’s a new day. Old friends, new day. Sun shines, snow blinds. New day.

I’ll wear a hoodie and big winter boots, strap a toque on this bed-head, fix that smile and go.

And some times, I just want to lie here, stretch my limbs, my heart, feel the beat of a heart in a chest not my own. Lie here, and stay.