truly? truly,
you know not this weight,
this affliction cast upon my weary heart.
and, truly,
if it were a fate
by my own choosing,
your cedar eyes
would be near mine
and not at the demise
of parting;
and the wistfulness of
your kiss,
the bliss that you bestow,
would not be
far away.
truly,
I have found peace
in my despondency.
for these sullen skies
hold feeble cries
but they do not
tell not our fate;
so onward we press,
while you bid farewell
and I give my heavy heart
to no one.