Helen, Not Being Able to Hear You
Helen, not being able to hear you
because not even a letter has come through the snow
of four hundred miles, and the ice of our decision
yet looking at the snow of February
I saw the laggards of our love hastening,
our cold wishes meeting and falling
in a strange journey of celebration
and then I was near you
and for an hour I played the piano
because you were listening
and O my love, you sang and I could hear you.