And I will miss you, when you leave... (poem)
By Luke Labern
One of my best. "Byronic reworking for Generation Z," as my English teacher at the time called it.
* * *
And I will miss you, when you leave.
Our time spent will never be lost:
But there will be tears on my sleeve --
Missing you, my heart turns to frost.
Where once was heated, now is chill'd:
Have you left, before I say this?
My loving spirit -- it was fill'd...
Now I realise we'll never kiss.
But to know that you're content
To live in a country foreign
With or without my selfish consent...
We'll live apart, in our warren:
Now I know that I'll be alone.
The brevity of our loving
Shows me that I'll never atone.
Stationary, whilst you're moving.
Young, innocent beauty squandered
On none, when you are so desired.
The time I spent -- How I pondered!
The grain gone: yet you're still admired.
And I will miss you, when you leave.
Our time spent will never be lost:
But there will be tears on my sleeve --
Missing you, my heart turns to frost.
* * *
And I will miss you, when you leave.
Our time spent will never be lost:
But there will be tears on my sleeve --
Missing you, my heart turns to frost.
Where once was heated, now is chill'd:
Have you left, before I say this?
My loving spirit -- it was fill'd...
Now I realise we'll never kiss.
But to know that you're content
To live in a country foreign
With or without my selfish consent...
We'll live apart, in our warren:
Now I know that I'll be alone.
The brevity of our loving
Shows me that I'll never atone.
Stationary, whilst you're moving.
Young, innocent beauty squandered
On none, when you are so desired.
The time I spent -- How I pondered!
The grain gone: yet you're still admired.
And I will miss you, when you leave.
Our time spent will never be lost:
But there will be tears on my sleeve --
Missing you, my heart turns to frost.
A Poem,
Published 13 March 2012
Published 13 March 2012