If You Decide To Go Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You can not leave me cold and wet.
Not at this moment.
Not just yet.
The Sunrise isn't promised,
To be clear of clouds.
And I fear left to be dewed...
Without a drying out,
Allowed.

You can not leave me cold and wet.
Not at this moment.
Not just yet.
Can't you stayed to rekindle what was made.
And lay until the heat...
Lingers,
As we peacefully fall to sleep.

You can not leave me cold and wet.
Not at this moment.
Not just yet.
The Sunrise isn't promised,
To be clear of clouds.
And I fear left to be dewed...
Without a drying out,
Allowed.

Even if you decide to go,
The scented pillow that I will hold...
Will not promise your light,
To shine as bright.
Leaving me anticipating your return,
Tomorrow.