Love Song

Thank God you’re back,
between the grubby sheets,
beneath the creased black covers.

Back this morning, whispering
in my empty ears, scribbling
secret notes across my thoughts.

Back beside me in this café window
watching London walk to work,
thick-thieved in conversation.

Back because I need you;
but when teaching stuffs my days
with doing, you’ll fall silent.

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