Treasure Island

S. J. Fulton

(NoAB / USA)

Sonnet to J.L. #5


Let us spare ourselves from even brief
Regrets when we remember our last night
Together; nor should we regret the grief
Our parting caused us. No one can say
Whether our final kiss were wrong or right,
And whether a little honest sorrow may
Or not have hurt us. Yes, let us forget
All partial guilts and sorrows now that we
Are ever parted. Should we not regret
Instead that time and opportunity
Forbade us that which we so greatly wanted?
As for myself, each night my bed is haunted
By a ghost-love I hold till break of day,
But who, when I awaken, fades away.

Submitted: Saturday, May 14, 2005
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