My best thought

Before I go to sleep at night,
after everything is done and all that the day has held,
falls out of my mind and my thoughts are only my thoughts,
nothing more, nothing less,
they always turn to you, and it’s the same scene every night:

I’m brushing my teeth and you come into the bathroom,
with your hair all messy, in some shorts and my school t-shirt,
still looking better than an angel on a night out.
You wrap your arm around my waist,
and look at the two of us in the mirror and smile,
because, somehow, you’re actually happy with me and you feel lucky.
That’s the part that gets me.

Then it’s a simple “goodnight” and you’re gone…
…Well, I mean,
you were never really here, but,
that’s beside the point.

—  RLD