Last night I was late

Last night I was late.
Meetings and deadlines
I had to make.
You were sleeping.
Your hair brushed,
Silky to touch,
Falling on your face.

The book of poems
Still in your hands.
A note saying:
”I miss you, my love,
Promise me
Never to be late.
I stayed awake
Past midnight,
Waiting for you
Reading your
Love poems.
Good night, my darling,
I love you, I love you.”

Your angelic face
Took my breath away.
Gently lifting your curls
I kissed your face.
I love you too, my darling.
I promise you
I’ll never be late again.
I kept on saying again and again.