They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

After all, my erstwhile dear,My no longer cherished,Need we say it was not love,Just because it perished?

EbbI know what my heart is likeSince your love died:It is like a hollow ledgeHolding a little poolLeft there by the tide,A little tepid pool,Drying inward from the edge.

SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.

Tis not love’s going hurts my days,But that it went in little ways

but the rainIs full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sighUpon the glass and listen for reply,And in my heart there stirs a quiet painFor unremembered lads that not againWill turn to me at midnight with a cry.

I shall forget before the flickers mateYour look that is today my east and west.

The undercurrent of my every thought:To seek you, find you, have you for my own.

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!