His Last Attachment
Her note was brief, left little room for doubt:their ways were opposites – they had to part.
What words of his might make her turn about?
Which reasons check her ill-directed heart?
What arguments convince her he was right
and she downright illogical to leave?
He thought of scores – they all seemed watertight –
yet still could find no promise or reprieve.
Far wiser then to empty both his mind
and heart of her, of every earthly lust,
since freedom bids us bind our senses blind,
and smile to picture lips long turned to dust.
How curious then that he, not she, should cry
the stubborn tear that stained her last goodbye.
