Bungalow

High above the town below me

Outside our tiny bungalow

Watching those who came before we

Stumbling drunkenly they go

Freeze our minds to see the moment

Of feeling wind against our feet

I’ll place that moment in my thoughts

To use when I’m old and wrinkly

I’ll never forget how you looked

When you came falling through that door

Our laughter filling every nook

And reaching down into the floor

We’ll keep our piece of heaven safe

Locked inside the depths of our chest

Good thing we’ve got a year to make

Our exit by way of arrest.