With your first kiss you made me lonely, dear

With your first kiss you made me lonely, dear, And all the knowledge in the world was mine Held in the slow solution of a tear

Creeping relentlessly, too sure to spill, The first and final tear that made me thine And shaped a void that only you could fill.

I wonder, love, if you were really wise To empty life of all the little things That give to desolation alibis.

I wonder, love, if when you gave me wings You knew you had condemned me to the air, And to a faith beyond the questionings

That toy with hope and tamper with despair, ’Till I am stranded in the absolute That you have made and only you can share.