I will not act as though you are not there
Though I can see you not from where I stand.
At night upon my bed you fill my mind;
You burn before me, ever captive, bare
Before the eyes of those with you in hand.
Remain now with me: I left you behind.
And I in my self-righteousness, undone
Cease not to wish my efforts were enough.
Come back to me, be whole and new again
With eyes as bright as mornings we'd begun.
Now finish, my beloved.
postscript
Curtal sonnet for NaPoWriMo day three!