I remember the first time
I heard this song.
Cozy mornings on cold days
warm tea.
The same ritual.
My earl grey
But you never had milk,
Always fucking cream.
But I hear the song and I remember
Those mornings
Where I loved you,
Truly,
Loved you.
I heard that song again today
I loved it
I repeated it
And I didn’t think of you at all.