Turn and I'll watch you
As I've watched you so often
Your figure making brown shifting shadows
A tiny din of light surrounding your movements,
but no halo . . . no halo
Turn and I'll watch you
Move away up that long, long slope
No lamp to guide your way
To your lonely-morning home
A place where I am not allowed
A place that will never know me
I want to curse those hours,
Those moments we sat,
We two,
Under starts,
On a mountain or a beach
For they meant nothing and mean nothing
And the place where my heart kept them
The place that hoped
Is dead and black
Again
Cruelty is a mark
Carried by those
Who promise without speaking
In order to save themselves
From having to bring a promise to fruition.
Please cherish your loophole.
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