I would remind them of their promises and share many grievances, but only if they would first show themselves and actually meet with me.

This couplet beautifully captures that universal restlessness of a lover whose heart is brimming with gentle reproaches, old promises, and unspoken words. We often rehearse everything we wish to say in our solitude, only to be struck by the bittersweet realization that the beloved isn't even around to listen. Complaining to someone is itself a tender form of intimacy, and the real sorrow here is the absence that leaves all that longing suspended in mid-air.