I don’t have neat butter,
I traipse sea sand into my home.
My cupboards are untidy.
Wine is had out of water glasses
And sometimes I am lonely
Even with the wonder of the
World so close.
I like sea salt air
And feeling sweaty after a walk
I cuddle my pug when I sleep
Because that is who is in my bed.
Melancholy music makes me happy
I long for someone to be
At my days end
I have my laptop out to watch something
Before I sleep