How many times does a man wait for another man

Who won't come? Three times,

Or four. Then he leaves,

Crosses a field of summer thorns,

And lies in his home.

His heart didn't grow hard, like the soles

Of his feet that walked a lot.

Taxis of dawn tear

The clothes of his sleep:

To live is to tear;

To die, to be torn.

- Yehuda Amichai