I have friends and acquaintances
But come bedtime circumstances
     are different.
I stand alone in front of the hall mirror
Cheek to cheek with no one as I close the door
     and walk to my bed.
Pulling back the covers I momentarily see him
In my bed and my heart picks up pace, then
     I see it was just a shadow.
     Imagination working overtime.
I sit on the edge of a big unfilled bed
And wish when I lay down my head
His strong arm would welcome me.
I drift to sleep and wait for the new day to be.|
     The night over,
     only his cologne lingers, hovers;
     his breath warms my shoulder
     and I grow one day older
As I wait for him to find and love me.

(C) George E Thompson