#evening scribbles

quarter to eight, are you running late?

you’re usually here by now

but my hair’s still a state

quarter to nine, everything is fine

but you haven’t called me yet

or given me an ETA

quarter to ten, I remember when

I had to knock on your door

for fear of being rude

though your mum always told me to walk in

quarter to eleven, I should have told you seven

maybe then you’d have been here

to toast with me

quarter to twelve, let’s delve

in to this time 3 years ago

my bus was late

the driver asked me on a date

quarter to one, oh wasn’t it fun?

drowning in a poet’s ink

rewriting how our ship’s would sink

quarter to two, I send wishes to you

I hope your nights are warm

and your mornings as lazy