I Could Get UsedTo This.....

I could get used to pouring your coffee
Especially on a rainy day
I could get used to drawing the curtains
To keep the morning away
Or in the evening when everyone’s sleeping
And the moon is a pale-silver-blue
I could get used to silently sneaking
Into the foot-hills with you

I could get used to hearing your whispers
Even when you’re far from me
Knowing that anything that really matters
Will return eventually
I could get used to watching the sunset
In your arms at the close of the day
I could get used to this, darling why is it
That somehow life gets in the way?

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Janet Martin