do not follow me
  as i pace the street
  confused, saddened,
  unable to return home.
do not promise something
  that cannot be… a
  pleasant night, a
  longing fulfilled, a
  replacement for my
  wife.
for i am tired, and may
  believe you, if only
  for a moment… but
  for the rest of my days
  would i hate myself?
i doubt that i could ever
  see her face in
  your eyes.
so it is that i will walk
  home finally, to rest
  on her side of the bed…
  imagining that i can
  still feel her heat.