It feels like one of those days where I would see you walk by my window

you would say you have plans and ask for my key

we would take a raincoat and we would have the umbrella as we would be a while.

Your car would be the old broken down

that sounds like a hurt cat every time you start it

and you like to change its name for the first curse word I say.

It’s of those days where you would buy old bread for goat cheese

and you would tell me of drinking the wine with tea because you had the need to sleep in my lap

The umbrella would give us shelter from the rain

the raincoat would cover our legs

and the wine would keep us drunk enough to say I love you.

Ta.