I miss you so....
I miss you so....
> I miss you so....
Poor Nonny.
Perhaps if you read Trotsky, studied French... or, I don't know, inflicted grave bodily harm on BG, she would find you more appealing.
But, isn't it always thus?
Her echo would cease were she not elsewhere.
* * *
Or is it only the breeze in its listlessness
Travelling across the wet mead to me here,
You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness,
Heard no more again far or near?
Thus I; faltering forward,
Leaves around me falling,
Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.
--Thomas Hardy