A poem in my pocket

I keep it safe and sound

You gave it to me one day

When no-one was around

Sometimes you come and read

Where’s that napkin?

You remember the one, that napkin…

I put in my pocket, filled with notes.

Words plentiful

I had a secret love,
I dreamed of him each night,
I wrote him a love poem,
and folded it up tight.

My hands grip the steering wheel

Palms sweaty, fingers shaking

Eyes stinging, lips quaking

Can you tell me this is real?

I was drawn by your lovely face across the room.

My heart skipped a beat if you looked my way.

I took out a piece of paper