No alarm
Just our eyes opening
As if on cue
We look for purpose
Right beside us
And we rise to face the music

Coffee, that shot of sweet darkness
With just a hint of even sweeter cream

Miles pass by
Speed
The engine of getting somewhere
But only just
We are on 1:1
There are so many more lines to write

We sit on sand
You smile as I crack open the wine
Chilled in the cooler
We bought last spring

We drink
We speak
With our lips sometimes meeting
In between words

The lines write themselves
And we ride upon the stylus
Carefree
Undeterred by the danger of losing ourselves in the moment of moments

Darkness takes over
The sun becomes the Grim Reaper
Tolling the end
Tomorrow we shall look back upon today

Looking forward to when we’ll see it again