White Sunrise Poem by Warren Augustus de Guzman

Waking from our slumber I find she's disappeared
Just last night I held her so close and so dear
And now as the sun shines on my empty bed
I fear for which reasons why she chose to have fled

Was it the scar on my right inner thigh?
was it the way I kissed her left eye?
was I too rough on her skin with my beard?
was I making love in a way that was weird?

Stirring from under the covers I try to find
She who was loved, held, wined and dined
Reaching I grasp on to nothing but sheets
that still hold her warmth and smell oh so sweet

Was it my whispers of sweet white lies?
was it the way I exploded with sighs?
was I too soft in carressing her skin?
was I slobbering on her imaculate chin?

Struggling to find answers amidst morning haze
I find a piece of paper with colors ablaze
Do not fret dear sir, your love was most welcome
but know now that I must return to my dear husband