And, so, you leave me here, standing,
Solitary, little boy, with his pants down,
Though man of man still wanting, you,
I watch you slowly slip away and cry,
Into the dark and lonely throughfare,
But I stand silly, shocked and empty,
Because my love has gone away.

If I had painted a grand world for you,
Perhaps, this and that would  still be true,
While golden hair, now gray and flowing on,
Would melt a heart of stone and rock and worry,
But I still long and love with all my being standing so,
Wanting all familiar times anew, then know not real,
Yet, as you walk so casually forth, I know it is now,
Here comes the searing stab of all  my lonliness.

I step  forth as though a man possessed, deleted,
Holding  onto walls, posts, and anything made solidly,
And wander, wander, wander like a fool betrayed,
Until I can no longer see you walking slowly , steal away,
Raising my hand and muttering to myself insane,
"Goodbye, Adelia,  my love, goodbye.