Imogene

Imogene Imogene, where are you sleeping? Perhaps I should ask no more, I'll concern myself with nothing And nothing I am grateful for. I imagine you knitting smiles Out of the threads of what we were, Perhaps, one day, I'll wear the gown And your nakedness will be in there. Imogene, do you, too, think of me? Maybe your thoughts are too pure, Willingly I would have loved you If it were not for the jealousy I endure. I remember how you kissed me Upon my lovelorn brow, Perhaps, in time, that love will die And to your memory I will then bow. Imogene, can you ever love me again? Damn! This is not how's it's meant to be, My sentiments have become poetic, If not, a little twee. I will despise you today as my nemesis In my futile attempt at sorrow, Yet, wherever you are sleeping I will love you again tomorrow.