From you I wanted a great and noble gesture,
A revelation of the infinite generosity of the universe
That has allowed such a petty creature as man to exist.
I wanted in you a fearless embrace of the beauty
Of the moment, a sovereign self-disregard,
The supreme sense of air between five fingers
That knows that nothing lasts, knows it cannot hold,
But with its hand plays the game of passion to the end,
And finishes by wiping off its own hot tears,
While honoring, in a few words, all that was lost.
I wanted this from you! — I wanted you to love me
For what I could almost see in you, and sensed,
And poured out in words – Come, come!
You did not come. You could not see me
Slipping away between the spaces in your hand
As you stood and waved goodbye — perhaps
Your hands were light, had not felt the weight of tears.