I think you were in love with me that day
But I don't think that you have loved me since.
The things you said, the words I didn't say—
It's strange, the memories that make one wince.
You play at love like children play with toys—
One moment loving with your deepest soul
The next, already moved to newer joys,
So loving-careless of the heart you stole.

And yet I would not call your heart untrue:
It is untamed, and ruled by anarchy.
There's beauty even in the way it flew
Wild and abandoned and away from me.
My heart is not so wild. I ache here still
Toward you—your bright mad heart, your fierce free will.