Warm

Remember?

I’d head to yours after a sweet night,

With a sour taste in my mouth,

And sore feet.

It saved me scaling the hill to Langley Road,

And I wanted to see you anyway.

You never seemed to mind,

Sometimes you’d wait up for me,

“Hey lovely,” you’d smile through squinted eyes,

“Come here, you’re so cold.

How was your night?”

I’d explain, but you’d drift off against my chest.

It’s cold now, and I’m in a lot of pain.