⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀When did you manage to get your coffee ground
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀without me stirring from my dreams at the sound?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And why did you trade in the fantasies of our night
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀so easily for morning newspaper black and white?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀How can cold morning so quickly extinguish fire
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sparked to its life by so wildly electric a live wire?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Is this it then? This hole? Wasn’t I your only one?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Have the decency to tell me what wrong I’ve done.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀What’s today, October? Leaves dying on our tree?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀How long since you left? Does it matter? Utterly.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀So how long will tomorrow be since I saw dawn?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I ceased keeping up with time after you went gone.