Whisper to me upon Valentine's Day,
cool the water of scalding tide.
For, I've been lacking in absence of you,
I've been lacking all twenty years through,
please, lend me your ghost to confide.

Since us, I've been living in weather
turgid and hostile to flesh,
please, send me your songs of the sunlight,
darling, send me your heat through the night,
hand in mine 'till our fingers mesh.

Surviving on the promise of our children,
brown eyes - your living legacy,
their movements of mood mimics yours,
as British rain upon tropical shores;
how little in them, I see me.

Oh, whisper to me on Valentine's Day,
more than memory taken in wind,
for, without you my breath remains stubborn,
whilst all else I know is falling apart,
my appetite waning and thinned,

all because of this long-broken heart.