When you did not return, I grew heart-sick and weary.
Your absence was killing me. Now you are back,
Your coming suffices. Naught more do I lack.
Jeremiah
Through the streets did I wander, my heart turned to stone.
Your forgiveness now craving, I fain would atone.
The Mother
Nightly I dreamed your dreams,
As I lay in the empty house,
Alone and forsaken.