You tried to tell me many times;
I know that now —
‘Twas just so much inveigling
To me

Why you kept on, I wasn’t sure;
I did my thing —
I’d made my choice, and I’d be fine –
You’d see

And while at nights you worried, I
Was unconcerned;
I squandered my own life, you
Knew the cost

The olive table, where you sit, is
Teeming now —
For you are there, and I am
Here, and lost

  The voice that I deflected, heard annoyed,
  Is gone. There’s just the morning birds
  And void