Home once again
First thing I do is call you
Second ring, you pick up
Third hello and I'm laughing
Fourth word that came out of my mouth,
Sleepy
It's a sleepy day
We fall asleep on the phone
You wake up and hang up first
Wishing I could curl up with you
YOU ARE READING
The Nature of Love
PoetryLove note in poems. Only one person might get it but take it as you might. Trigger warning.
