A Sister of Mercy (Rev. 2)

[Valerie Please]

A Sister of Mercy

You were on your way back to Ohio. 
On the last night 
we lay next to each other in the night,
never touching
chaste as Tristian and Isolde.

I can still see you in the wild ravine
up at the narrows of Lake Travis
sketching grasses and flowers
while I wooed.  We only had a week.

The final night,
listening to the soundtrack
of Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid at low volume.
Dylan’s chords and visions
did not cloud or interrupt
our whispers striving to at least 
meet each other in constant hope.

I like this, there's a sweetness to it and who can't relate to meeting someone briefly, having a connection, and then having to move on. I have one complaint:

On the last night 
we lay next to each other in the night,

Since there isn't a musical device at play here, I'd consider revising it so that you aren't repeating that word. Maybe "we lay next to each other in the dark" or something else.

(I want to come clean that I am getting my doctorate and I notice that sometimes I latch on the same empty academic word and come out with a phrase like: "the framework provides a framework" so I'm really sensitive to this issue.)