I envy those who do not regret
\ntheir sorrows.
\nWho give away their happiness.
\nIt has never been so with me.
\nThe cloth of a day follows me,
\nfolds its strands about my heart,
\nand never leaves.
\nSo it was I loved you,
\nand you never left.<\/p>\n
I have not seen you pass in years.
\nI do not know how clear your eyes remain.
\nThe dawns that filled them
\nwith red dust,
\nand washed them
\nwith blue oceans.
\nI do not know if your hands
\ntouch your window,
\nand you ask, does he pass?
\nDo you ask?
\nHave you looked for me?<\/p>\n
Did you pass my house
\nand wonder,
\nis he still inside?
\nDoes he go down to the bay?
\nDid he forget to grow up?
\nDoes he play along the bank
\nand gather green glass?
\nDoes he still love me?
\nDoes he cry like a boy
\nand go off running?<\/p>\n
I hear you as if you are asking me
\nthose things.
\nThose touches that we give
\nwithin our hands,
\nthat we hid from others.
\nI never stop hoping as I pass,
\nare you there?
\nDo you see me?
\nDo you know I never forget?
\nI never lose anything.
\nI never stop asking,
\ndoes she live there,
\nthe girl who loved me as a boy?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I envy those who do not regret their sorrows. Who give away their happiness. It has never been so with me. The cloth of a…<\/p>\n