By Anna Aragof
Date: 15 March 1998

Denial

Today I bought a ticket to take a coveted trip
"Away from here, please" and grabbed my little slip.
I could have said, "Take me the the soul that makes my half a whole." 
He would not have understood, so I kept it to myself.

I deboarded the bus in a state of disaray.
"I am lost, please help me out", to a vagrant did I say.
I could have said, "Sir, please lead me to the fire that ignites my desire."
But he would not have understood, so I kept it to myself.

I knocked on his door to hear the echo of an empty room.
To a neighbour did I ask, "Ma'am, will he be home soon?"
I could have said, "Tell me the length my heart must idol for my dear sweet 
     love's arrival."
But she would not have understood, so I kept it to myself.

I found the note addressed to me underneath his door.
To myself I asked aloud, "Need I ask no more?"
I could have read his final song and wept at the words it bore.
But I would have understood, so I kept it to myself.