Not knowing
whether you would stay

(or not)

still you instinctively thrust
a clean pair of knickers

in your bag
as you left

in case of
accidently

Love finding you
out.

And true
to your intuition

Love
finds where

your heart
is hiding

& you stand there

a clean pair of knickers
clasped tightly in your hand.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clean-pair-of-knickers/