I will not grant that I yet remember thy scent,
Nor that thy smile once was bright as day.

I will not grant that I recall our first embrace,
The first kiss, the first confession.
I mind it all, but to speak it, I refuse.

Many have said:
"Thou dost seek in each new man the shade of him,"
And though it be true,
I would not it confess.
I gave mine heart to men who moved me not,
Hoping to turn them to thee,
To feel again what once I felt.

And if our love did fail,
I wrought many drafts of parting words,
To fill the void of closure never had.

I shall ever remember thee,
And curse mine own heart for it.