you, looking over
my shoulder
as i write
lazy sunday
mornings spent
half of the time
lounging in bed
catching on sleep
watching a basketball game
while you are next
to me listening
to songs with your earphones
the game bores you
but you won't
let me watch alone

i'm reading
you are surfing
or texting
or doing whatever
sitting across from me
i look up and
see you staring back
we smile
our smile
then we go back
to doing what we
have been doing

i go home
from work
nothing special
just take outs
you put in
a video and
turn the tv on
we just sit on
the couch eating
and watching
it's one we have
seen countless times
but we still
laugh at the
right parts

i lay with you
the lights are off
it's not quiet though
we talk, non stop
about what my day was,
and how your day went
we banter, but we
stop for a few
minutes every so
often to let you
calm down, you
never learned to
just go along with my
teasing, so i have
to stop every now
and then and let
you cool it to
avoid being strangled (hahahaha)
when we get tired
we just close our eyes
and hold each other

my idea of perfect days. . .

soon, someday soon. . .