We could have sat--resting in a spot of
Unease.  No, we followed your lead and fore-
saw the opportunity for complete
Repudiation of all that marshaled
Us in passion. What do we have left now?
What exchange has been made? False hope in a
Life managed and forged by blind and cruel
Circumstances that happen to crest and
Fall on airy whims discernible to
None but to the most delusionary
Among us.  No reason to rage against
These ones. Yet, which sorrow is greater, or
Is it that it happens to fall on times
Of unending suspension.  I must then
Simply trust that the affection and cold
Attachment you have developed to this
Presumed hope is lead by steady feet and
A ready beat. Back here in this seat of
Apprehension, flanked by a bench of fit
Disquiet, the agitation holds yet
Enough reserved peace to arrest all fear.