If you are going to leave me
please don't tell me
Leave me on an early Thursday morning without sun

Draw the curtains shut
let me wake seeking your face
and think you've taken another of those strolls
you like to take alone
I will stay in bed grateful
that summer is months away

Perhaps when sunlight in July                   pierces my eyes, you would have found your way
and climb back into bed
where I drink life without sugar, black
one sip at a time