What do you call the thing with no name
what do you call this idea that struck
the sadness that doesn't join but divides
friendship or otherwise an impossible love
that which was running toward you but was separation
what is still most important but goes past you
any old unpleasantness like a cold spasm in the chest
this terrible emptiness which borders on God
the fact that if you don't know where to go
the path itself will lead you.