The Key

You said you could read my mind,
That you knew my every dream;
I am wide awake again tonight;
I stayed up to listen out for you,
I lay on the sofa thinking,
Of nothing more than the sound,
Of your key turning in the door;
I thought you might have
Brought it by back by now;
But you already know that;
Unless you are still fast asleep,
Like last night. 

Declan O'Reilly