This poem is from Ash's point of view. Dedications are the same. I own none of the characters in the poems. Enjoy!
The club stinks of smoke
I know I shouldn't be here
I can't breathe or smell
It hurts that she's not here
I wish that I didn't do what I did
So I'd have to make it right
Because then I'd be with her
And not here on this night
I see the guys in the corner
Some my old friends
Chatting up the girls
I have to make amends
But first I ignore them
And flounce up to the bar
They see me and stare
I make a break for my car
The night air's cool on my face
I hear them shout behind
"Stop him! Traitor!"
I rush to get inside.
But before I shut the door
I see my baby's face
"Turn them in, Ash,"
She holds me in place.
I push a button on my phone
And then my group appear
I fade into the background
And pretend I'm not here
"You did good, Ash," Thierry says
Slapping me on the arm
I look up at the stars
And pray she's out of harm
I wish I were back at Burdock Farm
Kissing my baby goodnight
But first I have to make it up
I know then it'll be alright
I have to make amends
For all I've done wrong
And then I can hold my baby
I know it won't be long