"Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her."

"

Down here I noticed,
under my necktie and just above my heart
a certain pang of grief between the ribs,
you were gone that quickly…

So I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
till then my windows ache.

"

"I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too."

"

I don’t want to go on being a root in the dark,
insecure, stretched out, shivering with sleep,
going on down, into the moist guts of the earth,
taking in and thinking, eating every day.

I don’t want so much misery.
I don’t want to go on as a root and a tomb,
alone under the ground, a warehouse with corpses,
half frozen, dying of grief.

"