I woke up to snuggle back in,
the house quiet on a Sunday
for the first time in weeks:
no company, no place to be.
BBC2 plays LoveSongs until 11:00 o'clock.
Between waking, I dreamt vividly:
A man with a deep voice
Does he do radio? told me
15 Things to Let Somebody Know They are Loved.
I rolled over and placed my arm beneath,
my arm around you.
A little boy picked blackberries
from the ditch outside, this man
with a deep voice spoke to the room
of guests, the lights down.
I couldn't find you in the darkness.
You took my hand, didn't let go.
The man announced our first song,
Bryan Adams. I cringed.
You appeared, smiling.
'I can't believe they're playing this on the radio!'
but you sang along anyway, waking me up.
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