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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