a feeling haunts me  
like a shadow of love, the bare traces of it
like some poor imitation, a figure in a mirror
like crumbs left in a trail into the woods
and if i follow, the trees will darken round me
my bare feet will pad across the forest floor
the moonlight hounds me
and if i find your cottage in the woods somewhere
know i will try not to come in
know i will sit out in the rain for as long as i can
know your fireplace will call to me
know your singing in the kitchen will draw me
know i will press my knees into the sodden earth
and beg myself not to go in
know that i will, anyway, when i can no longer bare it
know that i will hate myself, ardently, for weakness
know that i will love you, hopelessly, forever.