I want to steal this day with you.
To hide away in some small café where no one knows us.
Snuggle up on an oversized couch, not caring what
people might say.
I want to read old American novels with you
and drift
away into the story and the sound of your voice.
Listen to the rain gently tapping on the window
and know that she can’t reach me here in your arms.
Sip our drinks side by side and wonder if it’s your
company
or the coffee that is warming me up inside.
