In the Cold of the Night
IN THE COLD OF THE NIGHT
Last night she called
I was busy painting but I couldn’t put her on hold, so I let her right through
The night was cold and blue and it got colder as it grew
Softly, the wind whistled as it blew a tenfold of spiky waves piercing through the skin
Then I heard Lynn
She said hey, I said hello, her voice was mellow
My heart melted as I lay back on my pillow, her warmth forming a halo above my head
I no longer felt lonely in my bed
We talked into the night, we laughed with delight
We shared moments denied and we bridged the divide
Her laughter was so divine, her stories-gratifying
I slept with a huge smile on my face knowing she called
Last night she called
I was busy painting but I couldn’t put her on hold
I rummaged through the fold of my jeans pocket
Swung my hand so fast it nearly bounced out of its socket
She said she loved me and I said to myself, it’s okay
if I die tonight, those would be the last words I get to hear
I’d be satisfied beyond measure ‘cause I have been waiting for long time, now it’s here
As hard as it may appear
It was just patience; no blood, no sweat, no tear
For a while I thought it will never happen, at least not here
But then she called
Last night she called
I was busy painting but I did as I was told, never to ignore a call
When I heard her voice, devoid of hate, anger and sadness, so much light flooded my dark soul
Fire burned in my chest, I was at my best
She kind of unleashed a beast
At least she remained to be the sane part of me amid the madness
There are so many things I wanted to tell her, like how I used to tail her
Along the corridors of campus hostels,
Maintaining my cover in the shadows away from campus hostiles
But such would not help my profile
So I just smiled and thanked God that she called.
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