I am in this world only to lose you
Carried out on Neruda’s frettish sea.
I felt the loss from the beginning
And then in every gesture, each
Missed chance and gulped hankering
Don’t go. Stay and know me--I am
Not so bad, funny at times and crazily
interesting in the way smart boys have.

Today, leaving, you turned back;
You asked if I wanted coffee (No)
No I wanted you to trip over a reason
Not to leave me netted in hope
That does not change and smiling pleasantness
That does not sate my wish for you.