Sonnet 28 - Nobility

I miss you terribly. To be silent
when I know you’re loving him, to smile when
we meet - but not too warmly - is torment
beyond the telling. There would be less pain -

though felt sharper, deeper – if I turn and
walk away forever. But I long to
touch you, hold you. I’ve no right to demand
your affection, but I would and I do.

I don’t want to guard my tongue too closely
when others speak of things I should not know.
I want to hear you cry my name when we
make love. I want to walk with you, kiss you

in public, yawn while you try on new clothes.
Nobility is a burden I’d lose.