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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
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