I have forsworn you, closed all memory;
I work and eat, listen to music, sleep,
Walk in the garden, watch the changing moon
Pretending that I have no need of you.
But all the while I know it is not true.
Your silence weaves around me such a tight cocoon
Of loneliness and sadness, such a deep
And painful longing that I know it is a fallacy
To feel and say or think that I am free.