it was a sunday morning
the sky was grey but it didn’t rain
i woke up earlier than usual
made myself some coffee
cause i didn’t even remember you might want some too
i was sitting on the burgundy chair by the window
still to tired to even read anything
it was so quiet
i could listen to whichever song i wanted
in my head
there was this one playing
the one from the night we met
the volume wasn’t very high but
it was clearer than ever
and then you came into the living room
and the song blasted with my heartbeats
it was a cloudy sunday morning
and with the silence i remembered
what it was like to listen
to my own heart.
i got up
and made you a cup of coffee.