LONG-STRETCHED AVENUES

We walked down long-stretched avenues

and you spoke not at all,

while shadows sank into my words

and on your brow did fall.

I told you how I feel gloomy,

though young, seem youth to lack,

I've lost my sun and I don’t know

where to plead, to get it back.

I told you that you don’t love me,

that you never did make that call,

that this is our last walk together…

… and you spoke not at all.