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 obliquely，

    leaving no stare. When the sun was done muttering，

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

    Blithely 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.