Not yet a greater sound
Than that of eased recognition
Of silence bewildered by the empty house
My lover left me in

I heard his voice softly whisper
I never wish to hear again
To hold close the faint lips
My gentleman, my friend

I ****** in every memory
As if the air itself could breathe
Dancing around quiet graves
Until our parting eve

Until I see with my own eyes
Your figure come to greet
I’ll stay a wait
For hours late
For parted lips and lovers arms
Embrace these hearts
These slighted charms
Stay this night
With me.