quick one, it's been awhile

we surely, surely
got this under wraps but where does one end
start and the other begin.
can you come over and bring me flowers?
of all different colors and
of different origins
can i be the only reason
you quit wanting something you can't have?
deceive me, while you still can,
and send me roses on your behalf to ensure
this is all just a ploy, a play
towards the discomfort of a dim light
breathing upon a dim kiss before your front door
under the clouded glow of the waning moon.
chasing these ideas around because of just
one emotion brought upon by secret encounters
and silly ideas.
reason to let me inside if it won't disrupt
the care you carefully contain
under the ties of a distilled,
darkness ringing from the light switch
flipped off, and never to be turned on while i stand
here in front of the rigid absence of our company
which is hardly better
than being, instead, in the company
of my absence