You sat for Modigliani
& he stayed for You
hearing You say good-by
as the paint dried

If I’ve changed in colour
is that a holiday or two
could not travel no me
not far away enough not free

because a year not enough
my million-statue’d girl
to try me & forget
as much as the city upsets

through which we lived
& loved as professionals
Until last march we came to die
& the us that loved became I.