w&m ©2010 David M. Glasgow (ASCAP)
(http://threetwelve.net)

“for Mark”

Home again. Another long day,
like a lifetime of yesterdays.
Lose the tie and slip out of these shoes.
Grab the shirt I’ve loved forever.
(Stains and patches make it better.)
Pull it on, I always think of you.

In the kitchen, dinner’s cooking.
You say hello without looking,
turn around, and offer me a taste.
Quietly I set the table.
Will I? Should I? Am I able?
Can you see the “sorry” on my face?

My love, I’m so grateful
that I found someone who’ll stay right here beside me
on the days when I’m not proud to be me
And I know that it’s a
miracle that you’re so comfortable with me,
‘cause babe, you see,
I’m so comfortable with you.

Later, as we do the dishes,
laughing at our pipe-dream wishes,
comes the moment when your eyes meet mine.
Suddenly I’m overflowing
with the truest kind of knowing.
You and I are gonna be just fine.

My love, I’m so grateful
that I found someone who’ll stay right here beside me
on the days when I’m not proud to be me
And I know that it’s a
miracle that you’re so comfortable with me,
‘cause babe, you see,
I’m so comfortable with you.

And even when I hurt you,
it’s not because I’m planning to desert you.
You see the darkest parts of me,
the parts I wish you couldn’t see.
And as the words escape my tongue,
you know I wonder what I’ve done.
But when the shouting fades away,
you touch my hand, and we’re okay.

My love, I’m so grateful
that I found someone who’ll stay right here beside me
on the days when I’m not proud to be me
And I know that it’s a
miracle that you’re so comfortable with me.
Don’t you see?
I’m so comfortable with you.