Coffee on the counter Sunlight on the floor You hum the same old melody You’ve hummed a thousand times before No plans, no expectations Just time we don’t defend The clock keeps doing what it does We don’t Nothing big to hold on to Nothing we have to prove It’s the Sunday morning proof Quiet, steady, true No words written in stone Just what we always do No grand lines, no vows No future we announce Just being here again That’s the proof that counts Bare feet on the kitchen tiles Your shirt hanging off my side We talk about the simplest things Then fall into silence, fine You reach for my hand Like it’s always been there Like love is something easy We share It’s not what we promise out loud It’s what shows up again now It’s the Sunday morning proof Soft and unassuming truth No fireworks, no sound Just love showing up Round by round No need to explain No need to choose We wake up here again That’s the proof If someone asked me how I know I wouldn’t know what to say I’d just point to moments like this That stay It’s the Sunday morning proof Nothing forced, nothing new Just the way you look at me Like this is where you’re meant to be No promises overdue Just me and you And another quiet morning That feels true Coffee getting cold Love staying warm
