Another night on the couch,
Sitting with the phone in my hand
Ignoring the blaring TV
And the neglected husband
Who sits two rooms away
Engrossed in some stupid cop show
And waiting for an invitation
To pretend the appetites of youth
Consume us as eagerly
As the appetite for chocolate
Obsesses us today.
We yell out “I love you” every now and then
But we usually reach for the cat
When we need a tactile connection,
And we go to bed when we’re just too bored to keep going,
Not because we’re tired,
But because the bedroom is just past the bathroom, so why waste the trip?
We’re happier than we’ve ever been
And thankful for each day.