Think of the Unsatisfied Ones

When despair—

you who enjoyed great triumphs

and walked with confidence and the memory

of many gifts of delirium and dawns

and unexpected

turns—

when despair wants you in its grip,

and threatens you from some unfathomable depth

with destruction

and the guttering out of your flame:

then think of the unsatisfied ones,

with their migraine-prone temples and introverted dispositions,

loyal to a few memories

that held out little hope,

who still bought flowers,

and with a smile of not much luminosity

confided secret desires

to their small-scale heavens

that were soon to be extinguished.