The Darkest Part of Dawn

it's the darkest part of dawn it's still daytime yesterday to me you got me wearing out the floor you just repossessed your life i thought it would be Christmas everyday with you i thought waking up to you would be a present of pleasure yet here i sit facing the door my eyes are constipated due to my beset fixation on the doorknob in my dazed and detached state, i visit cities where we once visited i go through pathways once taken by us in admiration and relief now all the weeds have drawn me back to elongated measurements of woe it's the golden time of day it's still the darkest part of dawn t me