A Late Night Call

A cooling ev’ning eased the heat of day, Too bright the sun that withers on the skin Throughout the working day, no words can say The pain of being stuck in work within. To work all day when summer paints the sky, Unkind it seems and never truly fair; The promised cash that reasons justify, Is no salvation to a greater care. The working day will end but leave me cold, In the silence of my old, empty room, For she’s not there for me to love and hold, As night begins to fall in dusky gloom. Yet with the night I feel her presence near, As whispered words softly caress my ear. Form: English Sonnet