Dear,
I regret to say
that in spite of all such things,
the feelings remain.
They hid, sleeping through
time, space and circumstance; deaf
to my ev’ry call.
And I am sinking--
A penny thrown into sea,
though not as lucky,
for my saddest night
sees you waiting happily
for the bright morning.
I say my last lies,
reciting happy wishes
muster my best smile,
though none of these can
and will convince you to stay,
happy in my arms.
A.
