Juliet's Good-night
Is a cold comfort,
As promising as
A new moon,
Or daylight heavens.
Full of senses.
My ears hum with
A Carol King tune.
I'm not keen on
Standing here,
Shoes mired in slush,
With my head covered
In anticipation of
Extreme Unction.
If I see you tomorrow
I will still love you,
But tomorrow is
The new moon,
And you yet languish:
Even if dawn breaks again.
So, I will leave:
*See you tomorrow.