Just before waking
I was nuzzled in your neck,
sitting close on a bench,
in vivid colors of day.

I was waiting for your head to turn,
to turn to me, so I could find a kiss,
so I could say I love you,
so I could finally get that
across to you.

But you never did turn your head,
to me, to really look at me
and love me and know my love
for you. You never did but
push me away.

And as far away as I can
get from you, that push still
fills my dreams and
haunts my days.