Eighteen seconds before sunrise
the night removes its starry cloak
I
arise, and rub my eyes
longing for feelings you invoke
You've
always been there every night
I never had to
wonder
where you'd be; but waiting for me
to
calm me before slumber
In parallel positions, I
give my edition
of all the day gone by
you
sit and
listen to my trepidations
until I close my eyes
But your absence has left a bitter taste
an
empty space, a cavity
a place that once held such
sweet things
has left me in
depravity
A place untouched; perfect and
white
a place I haven't forgotten
without you here I fear my dear
that this
place will become
rotten
Unfazed and
unchanged you remain
mute to my pleading hush
I cannot see where I'd be
without my purple
toothbrush