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.