Friday 6:35 am
Sweet Emma
Why did you push me away?
All night I dreamt of you
Just waiting for you,
Wanting you only.
Was it something I said?
Or something I did?
And, what's with the underwear?
You never wear underwear.
Unless,
Oh dear God….
Past my stuffed nose with all that beer, coffee and secondhand smoke
There was that funky day old meat wrapper telltale smell.
I should've known with my feral senses,
But I was only thinking of one thing.
You.
Sweet Emma,
I'll make it up to you when you get home tonight.
Bath drawn,
Hot water for tea already.
Whatever my sweetie wants ands needs.
Sleep first though.