December, Saturday,
Maybe January,
Dreary and too soon dark
Together in the kitchen
More projects than energy
Both weary, too tired to care
You looked my way, caught my eye,
Said, again, “I love you.”
And I knew it was true.
Jim, I was feeling nostalgic so I was going through some of your old poems tonight and checking out the new ones. This one is beautiful!
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