You taught me

To cradle words on the brink of love.

You taught me

To veil my emotions, yet my heart never forgot.

  You trained my eyelashes to remain silent,

Even as your eyes sought answers.

Why this pain, the relentless fire, and the torment?

Why does time persist in its echoing repetition?

Why does it consistently oppose me?

And why does it conclude with you forsaking our love?

  Oh, my estrangement, oh my,

Oh my endurance in adoring you.

I hover in the recesses of your forgotten memory,

Adrift without a harbor.

I recollect the nights steeped in your love,

And I lament the nights abandoned to solitude.

I linger on the precipice of your memory,

Love, why have you become forgetful?

I am all love and adoration,

I am all endurance.

Oh, how callous are the days,

And you, even more callous than them.