You Are Not There

I felt our affair fray at the fringes singed by day When you, stole away by night, furtive flight the fabric tore It blew away... I sit and knit, stitch my name in the air of where, you are not there needle-dart, in-and-out, but a game just the same, O, please reappear, dry my tears and with these two hands thin I would spin our web in material ethereal darling dear-- real...