One Night Stand

One Night Stand

There is a stranger in my bed.
His eyelids twitch when he sleeps,
I wonder if they always do.
He clings to the covers as if he knows them,
and sucks at the pillow like it’s a teat.
It was a race to the finish line,
I came second.
Just the silver trophy for me
as he was showered in gold.

He might leave his watch behind
and I’d treasure it forever,
What if he leaves his wallet?
I could put my photo inside.
Pride of place.
I won’t ever wash the sheets;
I’ll wear them as my veil
when we get married in my dreams.

He’s awake.
He looks straight through me,
Gathers his clothes and
Walks away without a word.
I search desperately for a memento,
Oh, I think he took one instead