i miss you poem

they threw a stone, you threw a stone
i stood by the open casement
friend, whose smile has come to be
in your flight
it was the autumn of the year
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
in an old chamber softly lit
do not grieve that it is over
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
beneath my window in a city street
day is done
do not turn your head
long ago, in the young moonlight