Maybe you can deal with it; maybe one day I could

I will come to see you
On a cold winter night
When neither wind nor lonesome
Nightingale
Will sing you
A lulluby

I will find you where
We last touched
A warm July day
When you closed your green eyes
And let me go, let me stay
When you left so I would stay
So I would come back
So I would know
No other touch
Than the tender one
You still keep for me

I will come to see you
On all winter nights
To place a daylily
Upon your grave, my love
When neither the whistling wind
Nor lonesome nightingale
Would find their way
To where
We last met
A warm July day
And since
No other has touched
My soul

May 4, 2008
Charles De Gaulle Airport
Paris