Saturday

Just another few hours
And it’ll be another day gone

My empty fridge grows more boisterous
To match my stomach,
I’m still waiting for you, you know?

(let’s make something? or would you rather go foraging?)

Saturday

And the lines are still down,
Tangled around our feet,

Entwined

Just another day really,
One for the rest of your life
(let’s make something? a place to rest, repair the damage)