Where

Insistent worrying will trouble me
As long as I do not know where you are.
I know, of course, where I think you should be
But when I look, I find you must be far
From there, or else you would be seen. I know
You are your own, but wherefore should you go?
Did I do something that drove you away?
If so it was an unintended fault.
If not, I beg you, please return and stay.
But if you must depart, and cannot halt,
At least declare why you have gone and where;
Allow me so much knowledge, so I might
At least wish for your joy while you are there
And I alone must spend this frigid night.