The mattresses went up and down twice.

Once to be placed on the bed

The old ones removed downstairs

Via the bathroom to make space as the new ones came up

The new ones went down

as the old ones came up

Via the bathroom to make space

They weren't right

Weren't comfy

Too fakey

I don't know

I don't understand

So we wait for the new mattresses to come

To be brought upstairs

Whilst the old ones get taken downstairs

Via the bathroom to make space

This thing, that not even she will sleep on

Wasn't right

So we will make it right

Her standards are so high

Things have to be right

To make it so perfect

To make it lovely

And she'll be right.

They will be right

They will be perfect

Me?

Id’ve kept the sodding things

Once the first mattress was in

I couldn't be arsed to do it all over again

But I'll drag em up and down and down and up

via the bathroom to make space and into the spare room

Wherever they need to go

Cos she's right

It'll be nice

it'll be perfect

Her standards for perfection are impeccable

So admirable

Things are nice when they're right

Me?

If it lands mainly flat and not too much in the way,

Then that's fine by me

I'll step over it for the rest of my life rather than perfect its position

Her standards are so high

That an egg had to be just right

And sausages?

Where do we start on sausages?

Boston.

That's where we start on sausages

And end

Me?

How can someone with such high standards be with me?

For so long?

I'm no Boston sausage.

Hardly the perfect fried egg

I had a mild panic attack losing half the family whilst buying two mattresses, which came up and down twice

Via the bathroom to make space

I knew from that first crazy night

As we kaleidoscoped on a ride

As we talked and never left each others side

And all these years later, two thirds the life of a cat,

I can see her walk along in a hat

And I smile and see that wonderful being whose made me happy

Whose taught me to appreciate it being right.

To love the life we have

This life that we've made together

With two lives we've made together

Wouldn't be anywhere near perfect with just me

She's allowed me to grow, to morph, to be

And she's still the same beautiful person I met on a sofa all those years ago

The same person whose blossomed

And grown

Me?

Id've never bought the mattresses in the first place

By Simon Zec

From: United Kingdom

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