Finale of Seem

The dish the spoon had run away with sighed,
Remembering the way he used to feel,
Back when their flight was new, almost unreal:
That jump the cow made just before she died —
That was so marvellous! He sat and cried,
Reliving that warm night: the classic meal
The spoon served up, on that dresser of deal,
An ice cream sundae after. Worlds collide.

Try not to mention madness and the wenches,
Or what he lost so many nights ago.
She won’t come, will she? Knowing she doesn’t know,
He waits for her now by the dirty benches.
His concupiscent heart groans, seethes, and clenches,
Love gone, escaped into the morning’s glow.