Perhaps in the morning.

I find the shudder of cold that  I feel, when I think of  your face, cruel

because I once found you stunning to look at.

I can't help but imagine that I would still find you breathtaking

If I wasn't scared to see your eyes.

My fear is not of your features,

or of your disdain,

Rather it's a terror over the loss I feel, 

the pride that I no longer have

since we fell from grace in each other's love story.

Boy but I bet you look handsome

bathed in the light of the lamp that I turned off

I would turn the switch back on to peek at our pictures

if I knew your ghost had moved on.

I can make no such promise to myself as of yet

Perhaps in the morning

when I change the curtains 

and clean the windows

the glare from the sun will make us beautiful again

and I will see the love that kept me young

So tonight, I wait for tomorrow because I believe that might just work.

I will see you in the sunshine my love.

For the last time, at last