We all know the story–
How Orpheus looks back too soon,
with but a foot upon the top stair,
and how Eurydice fades
back into shadow,
leaving her lover with
unspeakable heartache,

yet how much more so my pain
to find you never loved me,
that even had I descended to Hades
and confronted the King of the Dead,
you would have been unimpressed
and preferred to stay in a world
of shapeless forms and inaudible whispers.