The Mourning After

He recalls, clearly as if it plays out for him, How her smile had weakened him, brought him Powerless before her very love, her sight With his own smile, he daydreams of her and How they held passion between them So heated, on the morning after, that very night He sees his mistake upon waking, his departure, How ill timed and impersonal it had seemed He now wishes, he could go back, but cannot Now left only to recall her in his lonely dreams