a gentle whisper
draws me near
a soft whimper
to bring you here
and I wonder
why I strayed
and I ponder
why you stayed
when I left you
waiting for my return
even as you turned
your other cheek
in my betrayal
how meek
I am to think
I had power
over you
that you would cower
and beg me not to go
you only called me back
because you know
what I lack—
the grace,
the face of love.