Sleep

If I have not
Heard a reply
All day, I call her
At midnight to say
Goodnight nine
O’clock her time.
She is already in
Bed reading,
She tells me I need
My sleep but I need
To hear her voice
Tell me goodnight.
Why expect love
To make sense.
She is trying
To get the
House
And garden
Ready for my
Arrival in two weeks,
I tell her not to bother,
I am coming for her
Company and not
Her decor but
She is busy
Feathering
Her nest.
Love is
Not rational.
I cannot speak
For her but I think
We will be happy
Even in a messy
House which I
Will compulsively
Straighten up
When she
Naps.
Though,
Hard to leave
Her side.