pink socks

It was a Friday night...
she had just arrived home.
She had spent the whole day with her boy,
they had eaten together,
they had  had a nap,
they had walked the capital city,
the cold,
the snow,
the hot coffee...
all those little things
that had made them remind
they are still alive.

Tonight she is just remembering,
laying on her bed,
with her favourite pink socks,
the person who had told her
'You are also mine next Sunday'
is, probably, the best person
she could have had by her side.

And that is all she can dream when she sleeps with her favourite pink socks.