The day after you came

The sun may shine in winter, but I will  
Remain quite cool. You came alone. Descend    
Alone. The bedchamber retains an icy chill.    
And, in the lounge, the coffee's cold. So fend    
Without its warmth or succour. You'd do well    
To guard your fast, take your hat from the stand    
And depart with no comment. If the smell    
Of bacon tempts you sorely, I'll command    
The cook to crisp it, so you'll hate the crunch.    
Its rancid burn will really make you seek    
Another hostel, where you'll have a brunch    
That recommends itself. Shut up! Don't speak!    
And do not stamp your boots nor slam the gate!    
You came alone. So, go alone!  And ache!