The Taxi - Amy Lowell

When I go away
The world beats dead,
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.

Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see you face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp
edges of the night?

- This reminds me of the utter devastation and sadness I've felt when I've had to part with someone I'd rather be with.