Doing Nothing With You

I remember that night It was a night like many others The living room was still, dimly lit The teal blue paint on the walls echoed serenity The radio played And we were together By all accounts, it was unremarkable We were bored Yet, we were so much younger Still climbing that mountain Still seeking and gathering That was so long ago I really only remember that particular night Because of the music New music which became a favorite If only we could really have known, really felt How important the journey And not necessarily the goal Perhaps we’d have been happy To slow it down a bit To appreciate what we had How I’d love to be able to revisit that night To sit in that room once again Candles glowing And be doing nothing with you