Do you remember

A conversation yesterday reminded me of a time when going to bed had a different dynamic. Nostalgia brings to mind the pleasures,  but there were often associated pains.  



Do you remember
The reckless need of the narrow
Single beds of summer school -
The way you'd sleep on the floor
Not wanting to leave, too squashed to stay?

Do you remember
The sheer intoxication
Of the wide expanse of the Premier Inn,
Hired for one heady evening
And the sweet pain of a morning?

Do you remember
The excitement of those days
With nostalgic wonder, or regret,
As we lay snug in our marital bed
Wrapped in its familiar easy comfort?


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