VI The Lovers

"Lovers may go by
Like clouds up in the sky
Never to be seen again,"
The chanteuse chanteuses.

And was it all a dream?
And did it perhaps just seem
To be real and pure and joy?
The imagination imagining?

Hot tears are in my face;
Where joy was, a hollow space.
And a little brown and white dog
Follows me into an exile's sunset.