Nights

Nights like these

2:46am, a cup of black tea

Pen in hand, free flow

Pitter patter on my pane

Socks on warm feet

Nights like these

Need no wish

Creep in with contented chests

Cloud covered skies

Moon glowering through

Nights like these

2:53am, a warm blanket, crocheted

The final sip of black tea

A body in the covers

Held till daybreak

Counting down hours

On nights like these

To forget naught what day brings

Grey skies and showers

To never forget