Departure

I can't really believe I'm leaving here;
It seems like I should still be there, enwrapped
In your possessive arms. I do not fear
Where I am going, but departure sapped
The springs of my vitality, and made
My mind grow colder than my body. I
Would have, if it were possible, delayed
Our parting, but I know I can't deny
The stern necessity that calls to me
Demanding that I go; still I could wish
Although I doubt that it will ever be
That you were coming with me. As I fish
For consolation, this alone appears:
The time when I'll return so swiftly nears.