twenty nine

Is it only a week?
This ache feels longer and more keen
Than all the wailing pain in Troy seen
When finally it fell to Agamemnon’s greed
As the great age of legend passed.

Is it only a week?
I looked for you this night in despair
With hope unheeded you might appear
To speak as I once did against fear
To hold me as I once did you dear.

Only a week.
I fear what words the dawn might bring
What earthly doom the ether might ring
I lay within Orpheus’ grasp at last
And pray a net without you he might cast.