She wanders near, She wanders far
She will return, with my har …
hart …
heart. (Does it need to rhyme?)
Our love is a bond. That you are unaware of.
I think, I drink.
She’s back! She’s gone again.
Gone Gonfalon (alliteration, yes!)
Whither I go, too.
Dark eyes, not mine. She drinks wine.
Not with me. She’s gone to sea.
How dare she leave me? Doesn’t she see me?
I’ll go stand on the quay. For a week and a (what rhymes with quay?).nn(Needs more pathos. Maybe some blood imagery or heart stuff.)
There is sand in my shoe. And in my heart.
Aurelia and I are apart,
I went to tell her of my love,
full of hope and wine.
I threw up in the corner,
And pretended it was not mine.
She was kind.
Then she was gone.
I contemplate the sea for a year and a day.n(something about sunrises?)
