If you ask me where I have been I must say, "It so happens." I must speak of the ground that the stones darken, of the river that enduring is destroyed: I know only the things that the birds lose, the sea left behind, or my friends weeping... But, I have no one.

Confusion

How I would love you,
friend,
how I would love you,
would I love you ?
Perhaps,
love you as no one ever did!
Die and still
love you more.
and still
do not love you.
I don't know...