sleepless

 

we have a little conversation at

three a m about sleeping and not sleeping

 

and what's the matter and so on

and it ends with a cuddle and a sigh

 

i'm sorry   and i shouldn't be thinking

about this   but i'm thinking about terri

 

how we called each other babycakes

and baby-girl   and   again   i'm sorry   

 

how we kissed the night away   and

sleeping or not sleeping never came up

 

now i have to lie here feeling guilty

for having someone other than my love

 

on my mind   you see   terri and i

were great   terrific   but it wasn't love

 

this is   and how or why my mind

is on someone else leaves me sleepless

 

~

 

 

 





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Written on 2019-07-29 at 11:17

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Sameen
I love this. It's like a dark subversion of Larkin's Talking in Bed.
2019-07-29


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Memory has a knack of sometimes catching us in unguarded moments. Love is a limitless state of being but fondness for the blossoms of the past occasionally light the present. Well illuminated in this poem.
2019-07-29