parents gone for the night
you know what that means
*lets in stray cats*
Oh! my dear Mister Valentine
it did occur to me,
while musing over morning time,
that I could not quiet be;
as while dressing, beyond my pane,
some birds a chorus ply,
with leaves damped in the Winter rain,
so, I could not cease my sigh;
for it has been one whole day!
one whole day from you!
How heavy does your absence weigh!
How I miss you does accrue!
And though I know it’s not so bad
for I shall see you soon
and as though were never parted
from the star-lit, tired tune.
Oh! my dear Mister Valentine!
how that dark rose does cry!
How it did burn me at its time!
Now dead, still its joy is mine:
And with each passing meeting kept
in that warm coffee shop,
and through those days and nights we’ve crept -
dawns and dusks we’ve sat atop.
But ah! amid the mists and the rains,
far from each spark of fire,
I laze and gaze out into the lanes,
and know it is not so dire
here upon the morning risen,
I sit and drink coffee,
and wonder at my past misprision,
until you have come back to me.