Where did my woman go? I checked all her regular hangout spots – the Whatsapp cafe and the Skype bar. They told me she was last seen five hours ago.
I gave up the search and came back home. Sleeping was the worst of it all. I turned on some jazz and heard the air seeping out of the saxophone as the music went on, that didn’t help either.
All that was needed was the sound of the words “goodnight, I love you” to wrap themselves around me so that I could find peace at the end of the day
Where are you, woman? Come back home