NINI

I descended, giving you my arm, at least a million stairs

and now that you are not here every step is emptiness.

Even so our long journey was too brief.

Mine continues even now, no longer in need

of coincidences, reservations,

ploys, and the scorn of those who believe

that reality is what we perceive.

I descended millions of stairs giving you my arm

not only because four eyes perhaps see more.

With you I descended those stairs because I knew

the only real eyes, although very blurred,

belonged to you.