Oh heart, why this sudden sorrow? Why now this ache?
Is it the crying, lonely wind that beats
against my flimsy jacket; the twinkling window lights that glow
along dark streets of shadow?
Is it the aching clouds that roll, invading ocean waves in moonlit sky;
Or the weary figure that stoops and lifts
heavy loads in a shop window?
Is it the unhooked gate that bangs
and clamors without mercy; or the cigarette left lying there,
and all the benches empty?
Is it these? Or is it your words
that so wound and hurt me?