(Suerin, Pierre Narcisse, 1774-1833)
In his absense my tears were clouded red,
the finality of my time is overcoming me,
yet she sits at my side to comfort me,
alas there is nothing left but to buy time,
time that is needed before his return,
that is all that I really need now,
just a moment to say an ultimate goodbye,
and perhaps a final kiss to comfort me hereafter,
but as the hours turn to days and the days to weeks,
my thoughts muddy further and agony persists,
she holds me awake and tries to keep my eyes open,
and although when he enters he sees their colour,
they are unable to see his in return.