Breakfast.

It's silly for me

to believe in fate

or even love, for that matter

But shooting stars don't

happen behind just anybody

And feeling your spirit ignite

at the sound of a single voice

isn't something that happens everyday

"I just want to make you breakfast",

you sighed to me in the car

It's such a simple thing

but it would mean more than anything

if I could wake up in your sheets

and have mornings with you.