Someone Asks

We weren’t watching TV.
Very rarely do we, though.
It’s become habit to say we do
whenever someone asks
what we did this weekend,
where we went,
what we watched.

You leaned into me,
Readjusting,
laying your head on my chest,
like you always do.

The light from the screen
mixed with the light from the living room lamp.
Very rarely do we watch anything new.
We always say we will
But we don’t.
we laugh, scroll, promise to pick something different.
But somehow,
we always end up on something
familiar.
Something we can enjoy
with little to no effort.

Your body slumped against mine,
on this lazy couch.
It’s never the movie,
the actors,
or whatever plot is going on.

It was you.
In this moment.
Anything could be playing
something exciting,
something forgettable,
something we’ve seen a thousand times.

But with you slumped across me
whatever’s on the TV
feels like something
I’ve never seen before.
Not that I’m watching it
anyway.
Very rarely do we.
Only if someone asks