It’s Monday at 2 o'clock in the afternoon and I want a cup of coffee and you.
I wish I had your 3 pm yawn and your 5pm exhausted smile.
I wish I had your, “It’s 7, is there anything on tonight, babe?”
I wish I had your 8pm head on my lap, eyes fluttering shut as I run my fingers through your hair.
I want your 9:45 sleepy voice. “Is it bed time, babe?”
I want your 10pm tooth brushing and your 10:05 stripping of clothes. I want your 10:10 pulling down the covers and the way you slide into bed.
I want the contented sigh, your arm around my waist. I want your sleepy shoulder kisses and your, “I love you, sleep well.”
I want you at 6 am and at 2 pm. I want you on good Monday’s and bad Mondays and every day in between.