With your first kiss you made me lonely, dear, And all the knowledge in the world was mine Held in the slow solution of a tear

Creeping relentlessly, too sure to spill, The first and final tear that made me thine And shaped a void that only you could fill.

I wonder, love, if you were really wise To empty life of all the little things That give to desolation alibis.

I wonder, love, if when you gave me wings You knew you had condemned me to the air, And to a faith beyond the questionings

That toy with hope and tamper with despair, ’Till I am stranded in the absolute That you have made and only you can share.