Eleven O'Clock

The sun rises over our favourite hill;
The local hotel for the night,
Touching his face gives a temporary thrill,
I’m nervous for my departure and flight.

He appear almost godly in this red,
Magically, even better in his sleep,
Take a photograph in my head;
It’s exclusively mine to keep.

Green stretches out for miles in this town,
We’re king and queen of the population,
Everyday I proudly sport a crown
While we take our time with procrastination.

This softly curling hill feels more secure
Than where we'll be separating to soon,
Synthetic strangers in fake cities we’ll endure –
I hate that our last kiss is this afternoon.

The sun’s golden hair swims over the trees,
Slipping into his softly closed eyes,
They flutter open with gentle ease,
My heart still races, no real surprise.

After all these years, we’re still the same,
But could a thousand miles change this?
If lies and tears are the name of the game,
One more couple could cease to exist.

Back in the present as he holds my hand,
I hide my tears on my left arm,
It’s not that I think he won’t understand,
It’s that I can’t cause him any more harm.

This relationship isn’t gold and glitter,
I’m always the source of the fights,
His ‘better half’ who was really bitter,
Causer of guilty, restless nights.

He fights and lies and defends my side,
Trying to make me feel better,
When he says he’s okay, I know he’s lied,
So I abandoned him with a letter.

We were at the airport as he looked in my eyes,
I decided to just let my tears flow.
All good things happen only at sunrise,
But it was eleven o’clock, and I had to go.

I slipped the letter into his pocket;
A page of forced words; half fake,
I floated away as fast as a rocket,
Unsure if I had made a mistake.

I think I know what’s best for him,
He honestly just can’t see.
This last line turns my sunrise dim,
But I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.