The Hamlet Project

After shaking her arm a little and nodding,
After sighing,
He lets her go.
He drops her hand,
Lets it fall back to her lap
Or perhaps her side
And then he goes
He gives up
Whatever he has hoped
She would understand
Whatever he has tried
To psychically send her
Has failed.
She has understood only
The movements of his body
Like an autistic child
Learning to understand despair
By articulating what the face does,
How the body moves
By the shapes.