The Experience of “I”

You left, and gone were your laughs, the look of your shining eyes, the stealthy wandering of your fingers on my hand, amid the crowd. You left, and gone were the hot beats of my heart. You left, and at the time of leaving my tongue did not say: “I will stay with you.” — not even to myself. Days and nights now hear the moans of a prey fallen to the bottom of a well — it seems — in the desert of the earth: alone without you...