sometimes he stops

                                                   and we notice a pattern

sometimes we realize 

                                                    we want each other more

sometimes we dance

                                                  along with all the others

Sometimes I know

                                                    that I’m shutting the door

a bit of time around the moon

                                                        we were happier then

in that navajo blanket

                                                        on that sunday at noon 

a late lazy day

                                                       you wanted to play

and tell the story

                                                       of how we came to stay 

I longed to let go

                                                        to bring you in 

you said you wanted me

                                                         more than a friend

then the music got louder 

                                                         there were objects ahead

we said that we’d be together          

                                                       that sunday in bed 

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