This day has come,
Like an idiot, blank and dumb,
Over a lonely road
Under lonely skies.
And though at first I whistled and strode
Like a strong man showing no fear,
Yet I am afraid, afraid of this day,
You not being here,
And I look back and back at this uncouth day,
You not being here,
And my heart is in my mouth because of its eyes,
In which nothing is clear.