For the Sweet Unwanted

It’s 5 o’clock, and the crows are singing,

The sun is yet to shine

The movie just finished, credits rolling,

It’s now my sweet bed time.

The pillows smell of last night’s sweat

The sheets haven’t yet been changed

But once I lie, sleep comes by,

Dreams whisper in my ear,

No more nightmares I fear,

I sleep perfect without you here,

My sweet unwanted dear.

Waking up late, with the afternoon tea,

Grouchy eyes on the screen,

Browse through the pages, there is nothing to see,

I yawn, the bed looks inviting.

Last night’s rumpled and wrinkled sheet,

Life is simple as it is,

Philosophy; sounds better with some biscuits.

I smile as I check the inbox,

And wonder about affections gained and lost,

I grin as I read through,

Another day down, happily without you