relinquished

her heart rests ever softly in the strands
that furnishes the buoy of memory
right where she thought to rest it in my hands
when she declared her love for only me
i held it then as dreams cocooned my soul
it felt as though that what we had would last
i never figured that my very role
of being hers would bring a dark impasse
for when we'd make sweet love she'd weep and weep
then in a sudden fear she often called
"leave me, love... just go, i want to sleep!"
as though she hated me then bawled and bawled
i often wondered why she seemed bereft
but thought again the very night i left