Clarissa

Clarissa

She lay in bed for countless days;
Long had he left her side.
‘T was not enough that he was gone by day;
He left her lonely throughout the night.
Still, she longed for his touch;
Still, she wondered when he would return.
Still, he walked not through the door,
In the morning’s pale light.
Clarissa longed for him so much;
Her desire for him like a torch did burn.
They had vowed to stay together forever more;
It was only right.
Then, one night about three days hence,
While she lay upon the bed,
She heard a voice speak her name—
Or was it all inside her head?
It called her once, then once again;
She ran to the window to see.
It moaned, “Clarissa, ‘t is I! But I am dead!
You had best find another and forget me!”