Why did you sigh?
Perhaps this is why:
You will always be
Someone else’s subjectivity.
We are trapped in the cutting net of ourselves.
You cannot be private, or alone.
You never are. You are forever known
By another’s knowing.
You cannot arrive. Someone else is going.
You cannot love. Someone else is hating.
You cannot achieve. Someone else is waiting.
Your charity is futile, too.
In every sense, you are not you.
You are an object—never your own.
This is why you sigh. And cry. And groan!
Nothing is certain, but that you
Are not. The sighing and the groaning, too.
And so, this is why
I smile, when you sigh,
I laugh, when you stumble downward and cry.
I will fall, too,
The same, but far from you.
Oh yes, I hear your plea.
But my hearing is your fee;
You? You? You? Give everything to me.