A Comfortable Silence

When I was younger I used to study couples.

Twosomes eating chips whilst watching the sea, 

Hands entwined through a turn round the park,

Feeding the ducks down there on the quay.

A bench together while reading a paper.

Shared restaurant meals In quiet harmony

But I used to think ‘my god, how boring’,

That will never, ever, ever be me.

At no time will I stop being absorbing

And my partner will completely agree

And listen enthralled, counting their blessings 

That I deigned them to be my devotee.

But instead we sit in a comfortable silence

More precious than empty words with my cohabitee,

He is my day so knows what has happened

He knows my news as my news is always he.