Now those things
Experienced by everyone belong to you—
A senator tells a joke,
A professional sings,
Little things—smells, sounds,
Which everyone notices,
Are, to your annoyance, yours again,
As your life, full of things, returns.
Love no longer burns
For you, even from a distance—
Gone forever, his poems and sighs,
Gone forever, life’s greatest adventure:
Looking slowly into someone’s eyes.