Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Please Believe Me

I hear you say my leaving you

Did leave you with a lot of loss,

Surely not what I meant to do.

I'm sorry if I came across

As someone who no longer cared.

I want to assure you instead

That I'm so thankful what we shared.

To leave you feeling dry and dead,

Upon which now you sometimes pine,

Is never how I'd leave us be.

I want you again to feel fine.

Please give another chance to me.

A little time I'll let you take,

Meanwhile, your leaves lost, let me rake.