X. I HAVE LOST ALMOST EVERYTHING I have lost almost everything. From this window I have seen the sun rising one more morning upon middle class ruin. No one saw us that surreptitious evening as we moved through a gallery of mirrors, your reflections being everything I wanted. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of you out of the dark corner of my eye. You embraced me when I was in full sadness, brought a hard-won smile to my lips. Where are you now? What emotions visit your heart? How often do you think of me? I open the book of memory to the pages that are only yours. I move beneath the sky, seeing you reflected in all the silvery pieces of the broken world.