Morning

I feel you today:
Your soul
And its connection to mine,
Your mind
And the desire it generates,
Your otherness
And the rift it creates  
Between us—
Your other desires
And wants
And needs
That haunt me
Deep in the shadows
Of regret.
Truth may set us all free,
But in freedom
Lies much pain
When freedom’s light
Shines in places
Long kept dark.
I wish to hold you
In the dark
Again.
If only morning
Had never come.