How sweet the sorrow.

I would know more of you

you willed it not be so

and still your taste

like wine I do


wishing more of it

I could again savor.

How so very sweet, ripe

your essence

and how hollow

I am…. awaiting your word

believing you will again ask of me

a favor…

and like a fool

patient in full measure

silly mistaken child

this is not yours

to treasure.