This drifter

I am what I have become,
a vagrant inside love's intent
and of morning’s cold coffee.

Wandering lonely streets I look
inside doorways for shadows that
swallow the morning’s sunshine like
those that devoured you at noon.

I search each day for the warmth
that you held me gently in,
when autumn called for me.

With the setting of each sun
I am more aware that I have
become a drifter and alone
inside the silhouette of you.

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