Poem; again

dredging up some old poems to post here;

Twilight

It's twilight
the morning before you leave
I'm waiting,
for the words expected of me.

Forget this,
as skin touches skin again.
Remember now,
when hearts beat a joyful sound.

Would you?
Tell them all to go.
Could I?
Believe it lasted more.

Troubled thoughts,
forgotten in passions bliss.
All broken,
as sunlight strikes the kiss.

Twilight,
the morning before you leave