Fourth

Passing by the place she used to be
Seeing its own glory still in place
And yet for all of that now dead to me
That once was vibrant when it did embrace
Her lively joy, I am more saddened than
I thought I would be. I fondly pretended
I'd muster up more power than I can
To be indifferent now it is ended.
I thought the sight of it would not extract
The sighs from me I heard myself exhale
And in the very action of the act
I felt my self-defenses fully fail.
I knew that I was sad that she had left
But had hoped I would not feel so bereft.