There's much to admire here, but for me the master stroke is this enjambment:
We fall mute, as when two lovers come
To the brink of the apology, and halt,
Each standing on the wrong side of the fault.
That "come" suggests orgasm -- and we indeed "halt" right there, as the next line says, but it turns out to be an altogether different kind of coming. It's a heartbreaker.
RPW
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