I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her./

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing./ Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before./ Her voice. her bright body. her infinite eyes./
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I loved her./ 

Love is so short, forgetting is so long"

                                                                                - Tonight I can write the saddest lines; Pablo Neruda