Jointure

I do not doubt your constancy or faith
Nor think you like me less than you have done;
I simply think sometimes you are a wraith
Half-present in the world beneath the sun,
Wrapped up in other times, in other places
And I am worried that they take you far
From me. I know you see far other faces
In your mind's eye, and sometimes that you are
With them in spirit, which can trouble me
For I am with you wholly when with you.
I do not seek to blame you or to be
Unfair about it, but admit you do
Sometimes seem vacant. Let me know your trouble
Which being shared will become half, not double.