Marseilles

Look how the pale queen of the silent night
Doth cause the ocean to attend upon her,
And he, as long as she is in his sight,
With her full tide is ready her to honor.
But when the silver wagon of the moon
Is mounted up so high he cannot follow,
The sea calls home his crystal waves to moan,
And with low ebb doth manifest his sorrow.
So you that are the sovereign of my heart
Have all my joys attending on your will;
My joys low-ebbing when you do depart,
When you return their tide my heart doth fill.
So as you come and as you do depart,
Joys ebb and flow within my tender heart.

~ Charles Best

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The usual wistfulness in their actions at the end of his visits has bled into something else. It lingers in their linked hands, the careful pauses between their words.
"See you soon."
"See you sooner."
There is a certain distance from which a person's other features blur into just a single gaze. The blue in his eyes is all she sees before he relinquishes her to the world.