Tell me when your eyes are dry that you are finished here,
Tell me with a steady voice that you’ve no more to say,
Tell me without trembling that you will not persevere,
And I will kiss your face, and weep, but let you go your way.
Tell me you’ve no further hope, and wish for only rest,
Tell me that you fear it, but can think of no recourse,
Call me de profundis, with a terror in your breast,
And I will dare those shadows with my every scrap of force.
I will fight for you, beloved, every comer, every shade,
Even if the foe’s yourself, distorted, blinded by despair,
You are worthy of the rescue, and of every effort made
For just the chance that you may find your way to sweeter air.
For I can stand to lose you to the choice your soul might make,
But not if it’s your panic that is calling out the tune.
I held you back because this step is not your fear’s to take,
And if you’re going to leave, then leave no doubts behind to loom.
Walk into that goodnight if you must do,
But don’t expect me not to fight for you.
Surrender by clue
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