how come they always
fancy the night
as though
its the only
time that they live
when the day
is when they
actually see
what they fear to face?

I met you Monday.
I left you Sunday evening.
I kept you into the night
to see what you'd become
awash by the sun.
I left you Sunday evening
and returned to you again
on a hot Monday morning,
lazy from the sun
and sick of the
night.