Soon As Morning Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There are so many things that can be said
To be right, that I can’t remember,
And tonight might as well just be any other night:
The stars are just as bright,
And blurred over the constellations of her missing in
My arms:
Alma, I wish that you were here, so I could give
You back your broken charms:
You made me promise that it was just going to be this
Once before I made love to you,
But now I can’t remember what I said, and I have
Your broken gold pooling on my coffee table,
So come back to me as soon as morning
And help me remember what it was exactly that we did.