Beam away unrequited intimate,
Beam as you saunter on,
Sensibilities of old return once more,
Though months of past have gone.

Shall I endeavour to once more be wrong,
And trust in things unknown?
Perhaps the time has come to learn
Once bitten, twice is home.

Thine eyes are lighting up, I notice,
That light was always there?
Should I partake and return the look,
Too late, too much to care.

Whether we be, whether we don’t
Kinships will still arise,
Only time and space will make the final
Knowledge of safe goodbye.