My Bed~ By Dolores Johnson

I’m dead tired but I dare not rest my head
Because a man I don’t know is sleeping in my bed
Strangers we are and have been for a very long time

How come he came in so early - it’s messin' with my mind

I normally go read, go watch, go pray
Before he hits the sheets I’ve had a peaceful close to my day.

I use to wish he’d come in early
So I could wrap my legs around his
Or, nestle against his chest
Or find the right spot on his shoulder my head to rest

But after being pushed, pushed and pushed away
Now, mostly I only want him out of my bed to stay

I’ve created for me a routine
Which tonight he’s knocked out of whack
It’s not like he’s wrong for getting in, because I let him back

I use to say “why you don’t come home early?”
Why don’t you come to bed and learn me?

But the class is over and I haven’t told him
According to my checks and balances he’s failed
So now I pace the floor from the chair to the door
Checking to see if he’s asleep
Before I get in I want to be sure

Maybe, this is his way trying, letting me know he heard me.
But know I don’t know how to take it; it’s truly hard to fake it
Eventually I’ll get in the bed.
Because I am the one who made it.


Author Bio:
Minister, poet, songwriter.