untitled - 25/10/20

you came into my bedroom

like the cold morning sun

bright

but without the warmth you reserve

for the late afternoon

there was certainly a tension

between us

on reflection

perhaps it was

just distance

we searched each other

frantically and with hurried breath

i was looking for something

that could have been mistaken

for affection

i'm not sure what you were hoping for

but i know you didn't find it

in my room

because you still sneak off

to the place where love is

leaving me with nothing more

than the sound of the door closing

and the knowledge that

i was good enough to make you come

but not to make you stay