She pressed - 'Love me again'
The clock struck one, he'd not come home
There'd been a fuss, some discontent
'Your love's in trouble' friends had said
The night was long, the day was too
Where had he gone, what could she do?
She didn't have his number, he didn't have a phone
She went to bed at 2am to cuddle up alone
She felt a weight beside her, a hand in search of love
What passed had been an awful dream, from which she'd just woke up
She turned and never mentioned, from where the teardrop came
But holding him through afterglow she pressed - 'Love me again'
©Joseph G Dawson
Vote for this poem