Banana Pancakes

I miss having someone to share

My Sunday mornings with.

Yawning

And rubbing the previous night

From our eyes.

Stay there, you look so comfy,

I’d say, slipping into the kitchen

For coffee and banana pancakes

I miss when the right side of my neck 

Smelled like you,

I miss sleepy sex

You smiling and astride me.

Waking up too early,

Knowing we could sleep in.

But here, now, breathing in #20

and

The view of the mountains,

Life isn’t so bad.

It’s funny how the music puts times in perspective.