When I became a single man, alone
Once more, I found myself cold, wondering
For hours on end if my love life was sewn
Up as a case, my desperate foundering
Could ever end. I simply had forgot
To know what must be done or where to look.
My poor experience simply could not
Envelop what has happened and what took
Down all the little confidence I'd built
Around me as a safe, stone edifice,
Meant to help me and to reduce my guilt
Not dissipated and made meaningless.
In this new life I find I must create,
There must be more love -- I must drop the gate.