Where in the world ARE you?
Why are you so late?
You are two hours overdue.
This is something I really hate!

I keep imagining there’s been a wreck -
with you lying somewhere hurt...dead.
This is causing me to worry like heck!
“I’ll be home early” you distinctly said.

Should I try calling the hospital?
Will the police soon bring news that’s bad?
Whoa, I need to calm down a little.
Now I am starting to get really mad!

This anxiety is playing tricks with my mind.
I’m sure going to let you hear a thing or two!
RELIEF! You’re finally home; everything’s fine.
I smile and say “Honey, I sure do love you.”