Love In September
It’s three AM, and he calls.
She pulls herself from the
Wooly warmth of dreams
And pads down to his room.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“Yes,” he replies sheepishly,
“but I’m wet. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, is that all? We can fix that.”
Clean pants, clean pajamas,
Clean bedpad, and back to bed.
“There. That wasn’t so bad.”
“I’m sorry I woke you.
Thanks again for everything.”
He reaches for her hand.
“That’s okay. Nothing to it!
Try to get back to sleep now.”
And she kisses him good night
For the second time.
Back to bed, hoping he will sleep
A little late in the morning
So she can have her breakfast
Before he wakes up.
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