(Dear no one
What of your empty world?
What of the abyss of space that's haunts you like a lost lover?
If we met, would your blank eyes
Fill with color, would your
White cheeks
Gain a ruddy pallor
Under my trembling hand?
Would the smell of a wafting perfume
Never be lost in a hall of
Swirling, crowded people?

Or would your blank face like the moon
Pass by my myopic eye?)