In day, I stop and meet you here.
We greet, we bow, with careful cheer,
Observe the forms; a sharp veneer - 
As we should. 

I look at you and know I must 
Hide the longing and the lust.
I dare not touch, nor even reach,
Just close my eyes. 

At night, you'll bid me come to you -
For secret is the softest pain. 
Our bodies lock, our passions burn,
Until we are spent.

Then at dawn, you steal from me -
I reach for you to find you gone.
My hollow heart awakening,
To silence in this bed. 

And so this cycle repeats anew,
Day then night. Dawn alone.
Passion flares, then it sours,
Left bitter, cold and grey.

You stop. I do not hear from you.
No note, no call, no time with you.
The sharpest void left behind -
A blade to my soul.