Lend an arm for me to hold
Kiss my cheek and walk me through the door
Wrap me in your arms, the air is cold.
Look at me, without blinking, if you can,
See me radiant, glowing, as you did before
I am the weeping woman and you the man
Soft in shadows, pitiful to behold.
I would rather turn into the night
And leave you standing here, alone.
Take the candle, leaving just the white
Of the unblinking moon staring down.
If only I could not know what I have known
Sleeping beside you in a silk nightgown
When you refused to switch on the light.
He didn’t move, but with the faint light cast
Upon the trodden leaves, crisp and departed,
His shadow stretched across the ground so vast
I thought for just a moment he would follow.
Silly girl, longing for the way things started,
Naive to the infinite depths of the hollow
Boy, left alone on the dead, trodden grass.
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