I go outside for a walk in the dark garden,
only two bare feet to hold up my heavy heart,
and after the warmth of the concrete driveway
surrender to the melancholic cool of the evening grass.
In the stillness of dusk
amid the silent flowers,
the sadness for my lost little love
wraps me about like a cloak of starlight
to capture this poem,
preserve this tear like a crystal jewel
and offer it to you, Jo,
the one whom I can give nothing
but the pangs of love.