The cool light of a still foreign sun
Drifted quietly
Into the room that only last week was
Still yours
My first thoughts were filled with guilt
Not because of what happened
Because I liked it for more than it was.
You were still asleep
The golden field of hair
Gently brushing against my arm.
You smiled as your slept as
I moved and you squeezes me closer.
I had her.
You have him.
And I basked in your slumber
I smiled
But then her face came in.
Confusion
Heartache
I woke you up
And in a cool voice
That I am sure showed the panic
In my eyes.
To leave.
Funny thing was..
...I wanted to go with you.
But now....
Is it regret that I did bugger it at first?
Is it regret I should have started it then
Fresh and following my vow
To be honest with my feelings?
That I don't know what you are
But the thought of our time together not be in full
Makes me feel
A little lost in the night
With simply the thought,
"Should I knock on the door
And answer her nightingale song?"
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