I) Song for an unnamed lover

I wonder if
she will ever know
how many tears
have fallen
on this page?

Does she feel
the breaking
of my heart,
my brief shadow
cast across the sun?

Can she feel
the echoes
of my footsteps
as she strides
across the world,
my fingers
on breast
and thigh
and velvet cheek?

Or will my name pass
with the wine
on her lips
to the pile
of waste paper
ready for recycling?

I wonder if she'll ever know
how many tears
are yet to fall.