It’s just us on the couch, talking, laughing,
about where our life has gone,
and where we are going.
How I love nights like these.

Your laugh cures all my worries away,
just a simple sound I could listen to,
until I can hear no more.
How I love the voice you sing.

The tea is a nice touch.
An aroma that brings us together,
the taste that I’ll never forget.
How I love you so much.

It’s just me on the couch, talking, wondering,
about where you have gone,
and when I will see you again.
How I miss those nights together.

My voice now echos into our halls,
with no response coming back,
not a single laugh in this house.
How I miss your carefree voice.

The tea was a nice touch.
An aroma that I will only enjoy,
a taste that I will only remember.
How I miss you so much.

Note: This first part of this poem is something my fiancé and I cherish together, having tea and enjoying each other’s company at night. The second part is just something that came to mind when writing this poem.