What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why
———————————————— What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the sky
Is full of the movement of the leaves, and rain
Is falling upon the earth, and I am here
Alone, and yet I feel the touch of time,
Like faded flowers; and I return again
To those that I have loved; and standing near
To kiss their lips again; and yet it seems
The wind blows cold, and the world is dark
And I am out of place; and my heart dreams
Of the falling rain, and the passing lark
In the lonely sky that I can see,
The fading light, the time that has flown by.

• Edna St Vincent Millay