I have witnessed you walk away
Only to have a vision of you walking back.
More than once I have faded away
From those eyes that were never black.
I have patiently waited for you
On park benches and
riverbanks.
I have more than longed for you
In every scoundrel gentleman's
thanks.
I have burned to memory the position of stars,
While weeping in
the streams of moonglows.
I found comfort in the aftermath of our empty wars,
Filled with the joyous glories your spirit knows.
I must not be so special
for this,
Only a fool beyond any
measure;
All alone, mistaking for
bliss
That which for you, I fear
is mere leisure.
Is it just I who knows so
well
That longing which comes
with proximity?
Or that even the deepest passions swell
Without the promise of immortality?
Yet I find myself
here still
An architect of seven lifetimes,
in my head.
When not even with my
strongest will
Can I give you the right to a night on this bed.
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