This summer’s bills have since made us
share one room instead
And every morning, like before,
you’d climb onto our bed
You crawl and navigate the sheets
to quickly find your way
Between two adults, deprived of sleep,
who need to start their day
Without a sound, and just the noise
of our creaky bed
You wrap your arms around my chest,
my heart beside your head
My plans to get a head start to
my day are now all gone
That email and report I should
have sent remain undone
But for the moment I enjoy
your tender warm embrace,
And write a poem to not forget
this mem’ry all my days
So when you’re old and shun my hugs
as you’re out with your friends
I’ll show this to your face and say,
“Make space for my embrace!”