I have grown old, greyed and wasted away
Waiting for you. From my widow’s watch, I
Look to the night sky until it is day,
And then I turn back to bed where I try
To dream once again. How many years now
Since I’ve seen your face, your smile? And for you
How long has it been? Tell me, Virgo, how
Time flows where you are. (A sad, trembling slough.)
(A river, long and mean.) Is it glacial?
The days here erode me, Love. But I hope
Yours are better. Fast, fun, mercurial.
Darkness falls. I will dream of you, I hope.
But hopes are not dreams, and they do not keep
In an eternity of induced sleep.