When we had woken

When we had woken, the last of the rain,
That had fallen so hard began to lift,
And the sky had brightened for it to feign,
A turgid dawn as if it was a gift.
For you and I with clasped hands, cheek on cheek,
Knew only of each other and the pain.
Possessing nothing, except the oblique
Sadness of the great loss and sad refrain.
Go now and I will remember how you,
Awkward and soft, full of the morning sun,
Restless for the great hope of something new,
Dancing to the tune that had just begun.
And you must go now without sound or thought,
To find that something neither bound nor wrought.

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