i didn't do anything 
     
    
   
   
    
     to develop this unique connec on 
     
    
   
   
    
     of muscles and nervesvg 
     
    
   
   
    
     it was made mine 
     
    
   
   
    
     That woman, I Knew her eyes were on me how to tie my shoe 
     
    
   
   
    
     before i knew 
     
    
   
   
    
     but what could I do? 
     
     In a deserted park it was set in motio 
     
    
   
   
    
     would I have kissed before i could craw 
     
    
   
   
    
     her? only if it was dark. or Stand 
     
    
   
   
    
     like a 
     
     I felt the pain on her face 
     
    
   
   
    
     I knew the pain on her face p ‘2 m p i will lease with it 
     
     She wanted when it begins 
     
    
   
   
    
     the touch I could not give; to grow grey and white, 
     
     .9 
     
    
   
   
    
     more i may be leaving with it on any night 
     
    
   
   
    
     than age was between us. . 
     
    
   
   
    
     =Y 
     
     Thom 
     
     Later that afternoon as Revson 
     
    
   
   
    
     in the museum I wanted the touch from somebody, but 
     
     I did not get it. 
     
     the touch of long needed friendliness 
     
     the touch of loneliness understood 
     
     the touch of 
     
     the gentle heart of the hand. 
     
     I waited, and I thought of the lines 
     
     I had to say, 
     
     and I said then and walked away 
     
     and stopped before the picture of Socrates 
     
     taking poison 
     
     and said: over and over 
     
     It could have been different; 
     
     it could have happened. 
     
     It could have been different; 
     
     it could have happened. 
     
     she might have touched me- 
     
     i shall never know that. 
     
    
   
   
    
     By. 
     
     Thomas Revson