A man knows himself unworthy, her love unmerited,
a mystery like a healing after a wing's light touch.
And he no longer tries to hide his failings,
humbled and as helpless for wounds
as if he were already old and almost blind
and forgets his way in a well known city.
Shaking, he takes out a worn, often folded paper,
and asks strangers to read a name, an address.