How lucky those days were,
How lucky we were to be in them
Sleeping in-drinking tea
Reading in bed together
Your head on my chest, hand in my hand.
It’s the small moments we remember
It’s the small moments we miss.
2020 #44
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How lucky those days were,
How lucky we were to be in them
Sleeping in-drinking tea
Reading in bed together
Your head on my chest, hand in my hand.
It’s the small moments we remember
It’s the small moments we miss.
Regarding Samuel 