Finality

when you stopped loving me,
you looked my way
but did not see. . . .

your hand would touch
but would not feel,
a time had come
that was unreal. . . .

when you stopped loving me,
you talked of things
that should not be. . . .

you said i was remote
and lost in thought
that i seemed troubled
and distraught. . . .

when you stopped loving me,
something broke
within my heart. . . .

the days and nights
became a blur
lost pavilions
ne'er to stir. . . .

1990