Take back that look. Close the door 
To that shuttered room. 
The thought of what we left, forget. 
Those shadows, too, that let 
Such thirst for what we said not, in.

Those beads of memory you tell 
Tell no more. That perfume still,
The subtle drug and wine. 
Cover you. Put glasses on 
Feign, conceal, lest we begin 

What well we know must end. So, so, 
No last lamenting kiss, but go.