On the passing of a Lover
I saw you there
I saw you there the other day,stood over by the wall,
though at me you did not look.
Your face was rounder and you did not seem as tall,
but still, what I could I took.
I saw you there, in the Park, sat alone on our bench.
You stared, lost in thought.
With a half glance you left, again I felt that wrench
as against panic I fought.
I saw you there, in the crowd,leaning against the door,
yet I heard not your voice.
It was only a moment and my very soul I’d sell for more,
if only I had the choice.
I saw you there the other day, walking along the pier,
though deep inside I knew,
when you whispered “let me go, shed your final tear”
that it never could be you.