Another day
And soon, I’ll be on my way
To a job that I hate
But I cannot be late
So
I gripe, and I grumble
I fuss, and I fumble
The same old routine
(you know what I mean)
And in the dark
A path is marked
To the coffee pot
Which helps a lot—
In the cold, something hot

Another dawn
That I am drawn
Back down the hall
When I hear her call
With blankets wrapped about
She sits there, arms stretched out
She wants me to know
She hates when I go—
Here lips touch mine
Something travels down my spine
And suddenly
The day is good
I do what I should
I open the door
And face the world once more
Into the wind
Her scent on my skin
Which helps a lot—
In the cold, something hot
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Andrew Dabar