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.

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