Salvation

You are gone. Gone is my reason too.
You took along a piece of me with you.
All night long I shall lie awake
And to unfulfilled love some sonnets make.
When, after all, all the night is spent,
I know I'll be truly content.
Since he must go, and I must mourn, O night,
Envelop me with darkness as I write.
One last thing that I have yet to say -
Let there be no more light. No more day.


 

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