• His sigh or hers
    He cannot tell
    Mixing moans—
    Oh, all is well
    Twisting and turning
    Ah, where to, next?
    Places to reach
    In such a small bed
    The girl may not
    Be who owns his heart
    But he was so eager
    To tear the sheets apart
    To kiss her lips
    And taste her skin
    To forget the past
    And let another begin
    But he will hear
    Her voice in his head
    Screaming in agony
    Pain, and dread
    She’ll whisper his name
    Whisper him home
    He’ll blink, alert
    And find himself alone
    Look around him,
    Familiar walls
    “That was a dream??”
    And then a call
    It is her voice
    That screamed in pain
    Picked up his phone
    “Oh, good morning babe!”