Ambivalence

You see friends,
and friends,
and friends,
and friends,

and always comes
the time you
close the door,
and you're alone,

because you want your life
without chains,
without obligations,
to come and go
with no explanations,

to sing and dance
whenever you please.

But in the morning
when she leaves,

and only when
she leaves,

and you're alone

because you
want to be,

when she's gone,
and it's abruptly quiet,
you have no desire

to sing and dance.