Bedtime

It’s ten till eleven.
I’m tired.
Baby, where are you?
Work isn’t over.
Why aren’t you in my bed?
I need you.
I lay here,
In my ugly black glasses,
With my hair a mess,
Make up smeared.
Come home to me.
The beds nice and warm.
Glad you’re home.
How was work?
Come cuddle.
I missed you.

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