I see you there, lurking.

My eyes can always find those of yours.

The teal of them, so pure,

They flash behind your sunglasses.

I beckon to you, with my hand,

And you blush as you come forward.

I bury a hand in your dark hair,

Draw you close.

You're nervous.

Unsure.

Impatient.

I press your lips to mine with a sigh,

And you give in to me.

I love you.

…but waking up is the worst part.

The radio has (once again) jolted me away,

Unforgiving.

I sigh.

One tear falls on the carpet as I start my day,

Until I see you again…

…As I do every night.