How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping? <br />Love has run and left me, oh, what then? <br />Dream, then, I must, who never can be sleeping; <br />What if I should meet Love, once again? <br /> <br />What if I met him, walking on the highway? <br />Let him see how lightly I should care. <br />He'd travel his way, I would follow my way; <br />Hum a little song, and pass him there. <br /> <br />What if at night, beneath a sky of ashes, <br />He should seek my doorstep, pale with need? <br />There could he lie, and dry would be my lashes; <br />Let him stop his noise, and let me read. <br /> <br />Oh, but I'm gay, that's better off without him; <br />Would he'd come and see me, laughing here. <br />Lord! Don't I know I'd have my arms about him, <br />Crying to him, "Oh, come in, my dear!"<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/convalescent/
