what will you do, what will you do
when it all comes home?
it's easy, at night, to say what you think
you should, to give me empty words
and silky promises--
in the daylight, promise again.
let me see your face under the sun,
prove you can be real
and not just moonlit.
what will you do when it all shows up
on your doorstep, midday?
don't disappear,
don't disappoint.