Franz Kline & Frank O'Hara

I will always love you
though I never loved you

 

a boy smelling faintly of heather
staring up at your window

 

the passion that enlightens
and stills and cultivates, gone

 

while I sought your face
to be familiar in the blueness

 

or to follow your sharp whistle
around a corner into my light

 

that was love growing fainter
each time you failed to appear

 

I spent my whole self searching
love which I thought was you

 

it was mine so briefly
and I never knew it, or you went

 

I thought it was outside...