At Night

Lately,
I've been thinkin' about leavin' you.

I don't think on it much
in the daytime,

but at night,
after we make love
and you drift off 
into a careless sleep,
I lie next to you 
with my head propped
 
and I think about how 

you use to come 
straight home after work
with carnations and Chinese take-out.
And how we'd spend Friday nights
makin' plans for the weekend.

And I think about how

we use to cuddle each other in bed,
braggin' or *****in' about our day.

And then,
then--

I think about how
good you smell
when you come home late at night--
tippin' into our bedroom
and slippin' into bed,
while I lie there

pretendin' to be asleep.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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