The forbearance of leaving
My friends at the half
Seemed logical
There’s a new princess
Due anytime now
the Poetess thought
As her heart longed for words
Long after midnight
That magical time
where headphones rock her
through to the morning light
Alone
Though not through her plight
those Word Temptresses
Still sauntering by
Clasping my hand
Saying “come let’s write”