XIX: Plea to a Ghost

I would have loved the icy days with you.

The days when neither word nor glance were shared.

As long as I could do a deed or two

that’d let you know how deeply that I cared.

Eventually you’d tell me how I’d erred,

and thence I’d get my chance to make it right.

But tight your lips were sealed, nay not a word

would I receive, not morning, nor at night.

So that we…