Doing Nothing With You
I remember that night
It was a night like many others
The living room was still, dimly lit
The teal blue paint on the walls echoed serenity
The radio played
And we were together
By all accounts, it was unremarkable
We were bored
Yet, we were so much younger
Still climbing that mountain
Still seeking and gathering
That was so long ago
I really only remember that particular night
Because of the music
New music which became a favorite
If only we could really have known, really felt
How important the journey
And not necessarily the goal
Perhaps we’d have been happy
To slow it down a bit
To appreciate what we had
How I’d love to be able to revisit that night
To sit in that room once again
Candles glowing
And be doing nothing with you
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