Glorious Mundane

I want your mundane Mondays

And every midday Panera run

I want the traffic jams and backroads of your hometown

The hum of the air conditioner in your room

I want to help find your forgotten socks

Still sitting in the washing machine

All your sunday crosswords

and your unread emails

I want the comfortable silence of driving in Turt

The look on your face on a weekday morning

I want all your dull moments

Every single one

To wear as a string around my wrist

And whenever they catch the moon

I watch them glisten in all their complexities

And feel so lucky to have you 

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