Are You Fair?

I whisper to you that I leave your side

Because nature has called me in the night,

Untangle my toes from yours, kiss your hand,

Wince as the carpet turns to cheap-laid tile,

Become more comfortable, wash my hands, and return

But you are gone. I become quite frantic

Until the fog is shaken from my mind.

Now I recall the place you have chosen:

The mountains you hope will be your mother,

A town of strangers, not indiscretions-

But no, this has not happened. You were here

When the sun was setting, went for a drink,

And then… Well I do not know what happened.

You sleep alone, or you are comforted-

Let me know which, when the sun rises on your eyes.