The Morning After Poem by Edwina Reizer

The morning after I decided to leave,
he left before I did.
The morning after when I knew I would grieve
the tears he wept he hid.
What good does it do to he or I
to hurt each other and deny
that all we had was nighttime stuff.
When the daytimes came it wasn't enough.
Love should be simple, sweet and pure
and shine in the light of day.
Never should it be complicated for two
to make them search for a way
to remember the nights
and forget the days,
to wait for the dark
and silk negligees
and then wake up with the fear
that the love's no longer here.

The morning after we decided to leave
we left it all behind.
We'd remember the nights, those glorious nights
before the sun would shine.