Aubade

Aubade is a song or poem about lovers separating at dawn.

Dined at a half basement restaurant,
fish, beer, amaranth leaves,
I had tasted them, and only
tasted them.
 
Lying in the room,
half of my body touches you,
half against the bed.
 
The white ceiling is
all I have, I stare at it,
trying to pin
you onto it,
like Jesus on the cross.
 
We spent the full night in
silence
as if it could silence time.
 
But how do I dare
command time?
 
Packing my luggage,
shall I pack the ceiling too?
 
Walking,
to where I must go,
I hear no sound of another footstep.