A Small Drama

Writing in the dark

as she idles next to me

dreaming I was someone else

 

Waiting in the cold

as he fumbles with

the lock looking for the magic words

 

Wallowing in the shame

as she ponders the truth

we tried to share

 

Watching in the hope

as he loses his nerve

calling the night a draw

 

We will last another night

despite our best efforts