No Friday night revelries for me,
Just a bottle of red,
Settle in on the sofa,
A movie,
And a serious case of
I miss you,
For good measure,
Just your memory
For company,
I imagine you're here,
Feet up on my sofa,
Glass of red in hand,
Your arm around my shoulders,
So many evenings
Spent this way,
I can still feel the
Warmth and comfort
Of being with you,
Nothing compares,
But this wine should dull the edge.
So it's chocolate, blanket, PJ's and TV.
Alone.
Definitely not my Friday fantasy.
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I tried to call the boy but, alas, couldn't get through. Stupid Nepal. Try again tomorrow! But I'm sulking now 😌
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