But you: well you?
You’re the moonlight
You’re the stars high in the night sky
If I could spray you on the wall
The graffiti guys would stare in awe.
Because you turn your jumper inside out
when you’ve covered it in paint
Because you make me cups of tea
when I’m drilling holes through the wall
Because you understand
when I mess up and forget to collect you
Because the world spins a little faster
when you smile at me
The sugar in my tea
The egg ‘longside my bacon
The marmalade on my toast
The onions on my steak
The sizzle in my sausage