One Night by Ian Price

 

 

It stated to happen,

 

I always said it wouldn’t.

 

She took my mind,

 

when I swore she couldn’t.

 

An unanswered text message,

 

which I can’t understand.

 

It was only one night,

 

but I want to hold her hand.

 

I dream sometimes

 

and wake up alone

 

In the silence sometimes,

 

I can still hear her groan.

 

Will we met again,

 

who knows we might.

 

But what ever they say,

 

we will always have that night.