Watching as the habitual darkness takes its place <br />until I can no longer see the alarm clock face <br />Still lusting for your passionate kisses and embrace <br /> <br />Clinging to the memory of when we last spoke <br />and how you'd grin when I told a stupid joke <br />Time; drifting away like your cigarette smoke <br /> <br />Miss hearing every Spring, Summer, and Fall <br />about how much you love Cincinnati Reds baseball <br />You'd sit on the edge of the chair at every close call <br /> <br />What I'd give for one more peaceful evening walk <br />or another early Sunday morning coffee and talk <br />Recalling love notes you'd leave with sidewalk chalk <br /> <br />Still can't venture out after dark since that night <br />nor understand everything in black and white <br />Speculating on when it'll be time for us to reunite<br /><br />Charles Hancock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/habitual-darkness/
