#empty teacups

Let‘s just stay right here, In the peace and quiet. Tucked away under the dining room table with our love and a picnic basket between us. The walls are the warmest blankets And the pillows we have stolen from the sofa. Our meal is cobbled together from memories, Curries from down the street where we have been so many times, Muffins from the bakery we love for the conversation and the strange new paintings every month. Wine from an adventure we had so many years ago, one of us stole it while we hid in the cellar but neither of us can remember which It doesn’t matter. We could be drinking from empty teacups and I would be just as content.