To Evening

Wrote this recently. =)

To Evening,
you sinner, thief
how could I lay here
and not know
you would leave?
And taking all of my heart
and all of his scent
upon my skin, upon my hair
you liar.

Though you return
you do not bend time
if my happiest moments
were within your arms
your burden has been dropped
somewhere along the path to day.

Oh, Evening,
Let some semblence
of that happiness return
when a man comes
once again changes
everything I thought,
I dreamed, I desired.

Return to me with that burden
to where I dreamt
joined by a man
and his scent
upon my skin, upon my hair.

To Evening,
I do not know you
as you know me.