When the Night Comes

When the night comes

And I rest my head

Deep sleep evades

As I stare straight ahead.

The white of your pillow case,

Littered with stray brown hairs,

Reminds me of where you used to be.

Write me an essay on why

We ever have to stray from

The warmth in which we lie

With legs intertwined, draped over another

Throughout the morning and noon.

But when the night comes,

And you have travel when daylight shines.

I must lock the door behind you

And spend another night alone,

Staring at the white of your pillowcase

Littered with stray brown hairs.