Non-Committal

Sleep isn’t possible as she retrieves
The dream of him that seemed lost long ago;
Each jigsaw piece recalled seldom relieves
Her fears, but always comes with quite a blow,
For he looks non-committal in the mist
Of memory: he’s passing, does he care
How many times they made love? Or they kissed?
Or is it all forgotten? Does he dare
Forget, now he is gone, how much she felt?
And sensed, from his responses at the time,
That she had solved the puzzle and could melt
Quite safely in his arms? He could design
Comfortless nests for her, where she can weep,
As she remembers him and cannot sleep.