Late Night Presence
I was woke up in the night,
Not shocked, but I felt her presence,
Her warmth, her light.
She was covering up in my bed,
Not much of anything between us was said.
Don’t really want to admit that I was pleased,
With her there, put me at ease.
Couldn’t control my heart beat,
Even though I knew she was there just to sleep.
As she lay there in slumber,
Made me wonder,
Am I using her, or is she using me?
Some kind of unsaid agreement so that neither of us are lonely?
She left early the next day,
Off to another one of her escapades.
I’ve tried once before in vain and I’ll try again,
To stop her from weaseling her way deeper in.
(2013)
