Impatience

Today was perfect for you,

Though I guess no one and nothing is quite perfect

I still play with the idea

That you wanted me to stay.

Behind mossy hangings

A ghastly white face peers

Secretly down at your

Dozing figure,

Sprawled on the grass,

Smiling at friends,

This impatience is loathsome!

Yet, I must admit,

Yes, I must accept

In my hollow,

Empty,

Silent

Chest

That my existance,

'Ghastly' as I'd put it

Does not blend in

With the sunlit atmosphere

That embraces you.

Sigh.

It's hard to walk away,

Every second

It gets harder still.

Sunbeams dance in your hair,

Teasing the chestnut brown

With red tresses.

Your lips peacefully sink down

Into a perplexing sleep,

"Edward..."