Vision and Distance

I have a strange wish—
If you were the world's only psychiatrist,
I would be your only patient—
a long-term case, a chapter apart.

But our sessions would be different,
you'd sit in silence, gazing into my eyes,
while I slowly unfurled
the basket of all unspoken questions.

You could do it—I know,
I had wanted to wrap myself in your quiet tenderness;
yet somehow,
beside you, my heart falls still.

In this life, so many familiar, so many strange—
crossing them all, I finally found you.
Now my years grow few—
and at that very thought, my chest fills with fear.

Still I say,
in the crowd of humanity, you were
the most extraordinary one.

Haven't I loved before? Of course I have!
But this time love seems a little too stubborn—
thinking only of you, I want to spend
this small life of mine.