She sits in her favorite chair
the corner of the garden
to catch the evening sunlight
Has a drink and might read a book
I’m a lucky man
to see how perfect she looks
She turns the radio on
every Sunday at noon
We listen together
from our sunroom
talk about whatever
Eating homemade cake and ice cream
I’m a lucky man
to realize how beautiful she’s been
It’s the little things
together we are more
We all have wings
Just fly like before
I never want to get caught
Just watching is enough
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