Where Were You In The Morning

Where were you in the morning

When I woke you were not there

Did you leave me stranded

Must I cry out in despair

As I woke to meet the new day

My arm reached out for you

But my hand caught only blankets

Damp with the evenings dew

Where were you in the morning

When I was longing for your touch

Did you ever think your leaving

Could ever hurt me all this much

When I reached out to hold you

And the down was all I got

Where had you run off to

Without giving me a thought

Where were you in the morning

You were never there it’d seem

Cause all that’s left that lingers

Is the presence of a dream

You decide what this poem means to you... cause even though I wrote I am still unsure whether it is about a man who ditches a woman in the middle of the night or if it's about a woman who dreams of a man and wakes up lonely without him.... It's funny as a person who writes poetry how that can happen... I've talked about it before... sometimes the words just flow out... no reason... no rhyme... like the poem already existed and just needed to be penned.