Christmas absolutely came early with all these Gaspard updates in my dash. J’adore!
Like silent ships we two in darkness met,
And when some day the poet’s careless fame
Shall breath to you a half-forgotten name—
Soul of my song, I want you to regret.
For you had Love. Out of my life you tore
One shining page. I want, if we must part,
Remembrance pale to quiver in your heart
Like moonlit foam upon a windy shore.
her eyes whisper across a crowded room,
‘I think I might let myself love you again,
mine whisper back,
‘I’ll learn to stop running back to people
who are only temporary.’"
But I also felt this way when I was still with you"