Dawn

and then it was dawn I heard her listening to my favorite song Just by the murmurs of the headphones she just kept on Her hair swaying slightly like an intoxicated teen Thoughts went to younger years and revived playful schemes an audible sigh ..indifferent Relieved? No answer reported My hands pressed ..not clean Watching and waiting on a yet turned bed The music is playing and she dances in my head Am I still presentable? Do my words take note? ..she hasn't turn to see me no letters flow a float And as I ponder in a wander of alternative and done the song stops playing her hair stops swaying she lifts herself and walks the time has passed I tsk'd a task I could of said: "Let's talk." ...and then it was dawn...