You meant more than life to me. I lived through

    you not knowing， not knowing I was living.

    I learned that you called for me. I came to where

    you were living， up a stair. There was no one there.

    No one to appreciate me. The legality of it

    upset a chair. Many times to celebrate

    we were called together and where

    we had been there was nothing there，

    nothing that is anywhere. We passed obliquely¹，

    leaving no stare. When the sun was done muttering，

    in an optimistic way， it was time to leave that there.

    Blithely² passing in and out of where， blushing shyly

    at the tag on the overcoat near the window where

    the outside crept away， I put aside the there and now.

    Now it was time to stumble anew，

    blacking out when time came in the window.

    There was not much of it left.

    I laughed and put my hands shyly

    across your eyes. Can you see now？

    Yes I can see I am only in the where

    where the blossoming stream takes off， under your window.

    Go presently you said. Go from my window.

    I am in love with your window I cannot undermine

    it， I said.