I shouldn’t be here, you say with a frown
marring the contours of your hair.
I wouldn’t do that,
If I were you, I’d do it a thousand times over just to prove I could.
I’d be here every day with a muffin and a sly grin because I’ve climbed into a locked-door room though
The window – was open –
And when you’re lying on the bed, the covers pulled
Up until they reach your turtleneck pajamas and the lobes of your ears –
I will peep underneath the other end, and watch –
Your toes wriggle in their i n d i v i d u a l socks.
I’m playing around with form a bit. Also, who knew pajamas had no ‘y’? Not me, that’s who 🙂
-Let’s call me Lily