I cannot say how much I miss her: no,
That's far beyond my power to express.
But she could see the pain in letting go,
And it is plain I did so in duress.
I would not let her part from me, could I
By any means available and fair
Have kept her with me, for I need her by
Much like I need to be myself: nowhere
Can I be me if she is far from thence,
Nor can I smile with full eye and mouth
If I am singled. It may not make sense
To others, but when she heads to the south,
My happiness is also wintering
In warmer climes, and I am splintering.
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