Because She Has Banished Me

Because she has banished me from her soul,

The words come, though with a greater pain than before.

In exodus now, in a world much like oblivion,

I scatter the ashes of my heart to the four winds

And drink from the tepid pools that line the road.
Time, like my body, withers away and I try to pray,
But there is nothing to pray for, nothing

That I have not wasted away in my loving her.

No song but my sorrow to sing,

And that, to no one, not even to myself.

Myself is gone. All that’s left is a stream of bitter tears.

May the stream flow back to her.

May it always quench her thirst.

May the tears of repentance never stop flowing
As long as this body has strength enough to remember her.