I cannot sleep tonight, and you know why. <br />You know how many weary hours I've lain <br />upon my bed and listened to the rain <br />lashing the window, and the mournful sigh <br />the wind makes. You have heard mine in reply. <br />I know you know the reason for my pain. <br />I know you know why, over and again, <br />I've wept out loud. I know you saw me cry <br />as I remembered carving on that tree <br />your name and mine. You were the only one <br />I needed then. You know, just as before, <br />how much I need you yet, but you have gone. <br />Only your spirit now still lives in me, <br />and I can never hope for any more. <br /> <br />- - - - - - - - - - - - <br />NOTE <br />The lines of his poem end with the same words as <br />Edna St Vincent Millay's sonnet <br />'What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why'<br /><br />Paul Hansford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleepless-night-sonnet/
