I sleep apart from where you came to me,
You being gone before and absent since;
Sense holds back my tongue - your will is free -
I've no recourse to summon or convince.
You had your reasons for that fervent night;
I let them rest because those tears you shed
Above me - hot and diamond bright -
Said much, falling on my body and my bed.
There's no dispatching memory from that room
Where sleeplessness with aching for you meet,
And midnights bring, with moonlight through the gloom,
Your elongated shadow on my sheets.
I cannot bear to lie and close my eyes
Where the air still holds the echo of your cries.