One Night Stand Poem by Victoria Hughes

You gather your clothes and the act is done,
The curtain rises from the floor,
'I'll call you tomorrow' you say
As you pass out of the door.

I lie here and i wonder
Was that the right thing to do?
I have all these feelings,
but which ones are right for you?

Should we be together or would we only fight?
Could i stand you being here, every day, each night?

Well,
Anyway,
I know that you won't call
And that's the last i'll see of you
Cos that's the way life is,
Don't set yourself up for a fall

Just another notch on your bedpost,
I suppose.

(C) Copyright Victoria Hughes August 2005