Dawn

Don't you ever hear me cry,
Quietly at night
And wonder why.

Laying close and yet so far,
Cold and distant
Gnawing at my heart, leaving a scar.

Morning dawns with the usual quiet,
Making our way
My minds a turmoil, a riot.

We live our seperate lives,
In the same place and time
Occasionally together, the place arrives.

The realization is deep,
And the tears are gone.
Another fresh dawn I awake from my sleep.