Had she been a pianist
he might have crushed her fingers.
Had she been a painter
he could have left her blind.
Or were she a poet
he would have taken her tongue.
But she was none of these.
She was a lover
and he need only
to break her heart.
A poet who cannot speak,
a painter who cannot see,
a musician who cannot perform;
none more lost
than the lover
who can no longer love.
