Tell Me, Darling

Tell me, darling, absent lover,
    why should I not feel betrayed?
Your eyes, your hands
    so mark'd upon my nightmares,
    my deepest longings
are nowhere to be felt.
It is not love.
If such a powerful, sweet affliction
drove you,
    would you not be here beside me?
The space glares as a wound,
this gaping hole on
    one side of the bed
that God, that Great Surgeon
has failed to suture.
It is not love.
I do not mind a walk alone;
    the violets, the fireflies will keep me
    as you never could.
You were never mine as I was never yours.
Years too late, my love.
I'm getting on that jet plane
    and I'm never coming home.