Au Revoir, Adieu Absence makes the heart grow weaker, As the heartbeat that was there Pulling your soul in its rhythm Like a beloved moon would pull the tides Is vanished, apart from your orbit For now or always. The spirit flickers and fades As the matching shade that fanned it to life, Molded and caressed it with white-hot fingertips Has vanished like a morning's dew. Lost. The soul becomes a boat with no mooring, no anchor, Adrift on a sea of loneliness. I stretch out my arms, unthinking, yearning, To have them meet with only air As I realize you have quietly slipped the bonds Of the most tentative thread of my heart.