19 October 2012

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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