Why is the coffee so bitter, 
Morning light so very stark,
Why do dust modules dance and flitter,
And the dogs do that morning bark?

I look across my empty bed,
No sign of weight on the pillow,
Not a hair from your handsome head,
Only the leaves brushing against the window from the willow.

A single tear always forms, 
The aching emotion hiding behind the eye,
As a memory of the argument's storm,
You can be such a mean guy.

Whatever happened to our happy home,
All our dreams of love and laughter without pain,
It dissipated around our feet like sea foam,
Who is the perpetrator, who is to blame?

Then out of the wild blue,
Gentleness rare's it promising head,
Could your one and my one become two,
Or are the signs truly being miss read.

Large effort it will take,
For me to open up again to you,
As one cannot continue to live with this ache,
That much surely is so true.

Learning how to flirt afresh,
Without one's boundaries being violated,
Will we ever again Mesh,
Can we ensure we are never again isolated?

Your words have put forward, 
A quandary of thoughts and perceptions,
Now it is up to me work through the disorder,
And decide if our relationship is at a new conception.