Reluctance

Let me be, as I please...
Lend me your shoulder no more
Let the flow of words cease.
Ask me not to forget the days of yore.

For you are but untouched, my dear!
With trifling perception and depth less thought.
Those slight echos you do not hear.
That threadlike pulse your touch never caught.

Let me now not trouble you again
with something you cannot feel, nor endeavor to see--
Leave us alone, me and my pain.
In melancholic zeal, the broken heart finds its revelry.

I cannot go back to what I was
I cannot become her again
I cannot look back to see the way I crossed because--
Scattered, my dreams on that very road of loss.
--- and I, bleeding had lain.