Passions of the night vaporize as my eyes begin
To adjust to the sight of an empty bed you left behind.
You’re gone and I’m lonely.
Lost in my quandary.
You say that you adore me
But I can’t feel the love
In the harsh morning light.
(And I pray you riddle me this.)
Why have my hand in your hand
When you would rather walk alone and be free?
Must I learn to read between
Scrawled lines and scribbled sheets
When you’re on a different page all the time?
Should I wonder why those eyes don’t convey
The feelings you proclaim with reckless haste?
Are they baffled by your ways?
The conundrum that you are
The clarity you portray. I’m amazed!
And I don’t have the map to your heart
But if I manage to reach the gates
Would you let me in?
I don’t know. I can’t say.
I’m throwing darts in the dark.
I’ve never been one for puzzles
And you’re a cosmic question-mark.
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