Gustav Klimt – Hygieia

Tell me you love me and I won’t object

I won’t think it funny when I awake at dawn to find you gone

I’ll just get on with my day

Until the next

When you’re back

And I know what you want

And you know I can give it to you as you like

And you know not to ask for more

So that when it is over and our days have ended

I can move on to him

And believe his empty promises

And when he says, ‘I love you’

I know what he wants

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why…

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
– Edna St. Vincent Millay