Edna St. Vincent Millay

“They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now”

“After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Just because it perished?”

“I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.”

“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 rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will t...”