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The October Sun (and Lack Therof)

Posted to Action Poetry

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
to work,
then on my way home at night?
You left,
why do you stay?
Why won't you go away?