The October Sun (and Lack Therof)
These past few mornings I have awoken,
Sun streaming through the curtainless window
Pulling me from the dreams I have of you
(and these are dreams I do not want anymore).
Why can't you come in the night,
and leave before dawn?
Why must you accompany me to the shower, then
then on my way home at night?
why do you stay?
Why won't you go away?