The Promise

Le poème original 
The Promise//Adreyo Sen

I’m happy that you have gone 

For the dent in the bedsheets 

And the absence of your hand 

Across my breast 

The smell of hasty aftershave 

In the air 

And your boxer shorts 

At my feet Promise your return 

Your still presence on the doorsteps 

A shy smile flickering at your lips 

And that look on your face 

Of wrongdoing 

For wrongdoing it is you’ve done 

You’ve not kissed me 

Or tucked me into your hands 

With an air of embarrassed ownership 

But you step forward to 

Remedy that 

And I am happy to lie 

Curled up in these bedsheets knowing 

That you’ll come back home 

For how could I be 

Without the promise of your return? 

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