The morning crawled in
like a stranger
I felt no kinship
nor, the obligation
to greet it
The day was bright
I felt bare
and vulnerable

I missed the affinity
 that I'd made with
the darkness of the night

They say the dreams
 that no one owns
fall on the ground
 like dead bloom

I had but, tucked my dreams close to the heart
not letting them fall in gloom
 And then, I waited
 for the night