chapter 4

January 10th My love By now we read each other like tea leaves I love how you can trace the arch of my hunch The weight of a bad day on me Or how you know just when is the perfect time To bring me a cup of tea M has that same sensitivity of yours Not to mention accompanied by a sharp wit Craving for independence She'll soon leave, much to our hearts protesting But I'm also renewed at the thought of date nights Becoming a daily prescription again You are my medicine, the remedy You and you always