Days of Awe

You left yesterday
The day after Yom Kippur
Was I a sin you are atoning for?
Just your guilty pleasure and nothing more?
Each day you are away
Is a White paper sheet
A cold and empty road
Waiting for my feet.
Maybe I'm attoning too
Settling for second best
So I'll start off again
My reserve all put to rest.
I am not alone
Not as alone as yesterday when i was under the delusion
Of your long played out charade.
Am I afraid of falling
So deep I make a  well?
I'm more afraid of staying
My soul drowning in a stagnant hell.
I've been alone forever
Even in your arms
I know you have your reasons
And do not mean me any harm.
I have my reasons also
And a path ahead of me
Today I Attone for staying
Today I set me free.