I am still working on this… I feel the last line sit’s uncomfortably … I’ll get there!
A Comfortable Silence
When I was younger I used to study couples.
Twosomes eating chips whilst watching the sea,
Hands entwined through a turn round the park,
Feeding the ducks down there on the quay.
A bench together while reading a paper.
Shared restaurant meals In quiet harmony
But I used to think ‘my god, how boring’,
That will never, ever, ever be me.
At no time will I stop being absorbing
And my partner will completely agree
And listen enthralled, counting their blessings
That I deigned them to be my devotee.
But instead we sit in a comfortable silence
More precious than empty words with my cohabitee,
He is my day so knows what has happened
He knows my news as my news is always he.