You Sang It Baby

It doesn’t matter that you still fall asleep way earlier than I want you to; that you have no sense of direction, that sometimes I find out, mid-conversation, you have begun to sleep-talk.

There was this time, early on, when you suddenly broke into Mack The Knife without warning. You didn’t know all the words, but I collapsed instantly into a wave of Z-love, remembering how I had fallen for your lovely voice – so smoky, so jazzy.. like Ella. Then there was the other time you made me sing for you. All I could think of singing was you’re just too wonderful, too wonderful for words..

..and after all this time, I’m still singing the same song.

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