Still

All I ever asked was Are you lonely?
Is there any way of helping you?
So you found some motive for my
Helpfulness: I loved you; yes
   Ah yes, how very true.

Am I such a fool? Are all men fools?
Is it the ego, id, or yang or yin,
So to desire something that’s denied us
Having had no hope of
   Any such thing?

As if one autumn afternoon at sunset
In a forest far from human view
Suddenly the birds should all fall silent, and
Half hoping still, I’d turn
   And look for you.

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