All these years I thought you were alone, but now,
laid open, it is clear two lost stars are burning into you.
One keeps distant memories, art and travel, intimacy
echoed in a longing no longer yours to claim.
The other is your nature in your time. Its heart is carnal,
quick, uneasy, its need to love and fear in drowning waves,
and that silence you have carried like a dead limb all your life.