Heart racing, thoughts falling,

Pretending to be sleeping,

I try not to lose trust,

Think he’s with another bust,

His love I am losing,

Or not, but I am trusting

He won’t ever choose lust,

On our love, has fallen dust,

Or has it? That’s the thing,

I don’t know if it’s a fling

Or if he’s true and just.

Under the door comes a gust,

Up the stairs, a thudding,

The door opens, loudly creaking,

In he comes, relief thrust

Into my subconscious, trust,

Just another work thing,

Completely unconcerning,

Needless suspicion gone,

And we both sleep sound and long.