Pink Rose On My Pillow
tanka
Overtime job finished
I race to catch the last bus;
the driver backs up slowly
remembering me from other nights.
My cheeks are pink, I gasp, "Thanks!"
Bone-tired and weary
pink rose on my pillow hints
someone loves me
even though I'm late again.
The rose says, "Wake me up.”
Midnight has come and gone
but I'm in-a-pink mood
too exhausted to sleep
his hands massage my shoulders...
whispering, "I love you."
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013
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