My Noon, My Midnight

Why did you say you loved me if you did not want me? Why did you desire me for a time and then no longer? Why did you marry me if you did not want me? And why did you stay with me if here is not where you wanted to be? Why? Why did you take so long to tell me? A.D.

My North, my South
My East and West,
My working week and Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight,
My talk, my song;
I thought that love
would last forever:
I was wrong.
W. H. Auden

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