Do not look at me from the corners of your eyes
I will not be able to turn my face away
You can and you could always do so,
Is it the complaints that one has
From those one loves
Which cement the wall of trust,
Slowly and slowly
You may not need the comfort of the corner
Where we stood
Silently for hours,
Or of the grave
At which we prayed
For indefinitely elastic moments
I do not know
Whether we need to remember the
Resolutions that we made in support of the cause
That still binds us all