The Eternal Cane

You leaned on the wooden cane you held the handle of the cane tight in your hand you rose after your illusory words on the subject of your destiny of solitude! Shuffling, you went away without seeing the rains of my tears on the lonely park bench. I called you. The bellowing of cars in the street of smoke stole my voice. My feet make me run after you my heart has caught fire I burn with jealousy of the lifeless cane whose hand you took, you, in place of my hand?...