Lest these soft shadows of descending night find both of us alone and broken-hearted, I have dismissed all reasons that we parted but one: We love this hard this hard to fight.
The easiest of murders — self rebuke — will make another’s agony more swift when it’s presented as a lover’s gift, and I confess this is the course I took.
That hour colors all go foolish black undid each of my vivid arguments and leaves me listening, turning, in suspense to hear the throbbing darkness say Come back!
Come back, and only pride aloof is lost and ragged, and love was the only cost.