Enveloped by your absence
who had been in rhythm with
you as with my beating heart.
How could it have escaped my
notice reason for your silence,
those months when I left for
France? It had been in plain
sight had I been willing to see.
Or perhaps I needed to obscure
that which heart could not endure?
I rode to forest of St. Germain
to read your letter in private.
In it for the first time heard you
mention intent to divorce.
I was moved, never dared
to hope for it. Continued to write
but without response...
At a loss to account for your
silence I fled to wait in Paris.
About this I already wrote a poem.
Have you not observed that
thus far she remains nameless
who had been between us?
Better it so be, for the dead
are defenseless in their silence.