When I waved goodbye to her as I left her room, I knew, despite all the promises we both made and meant, that I would never see her again.

To be a poet is no ambition of mine. Simply a way of being alone.

I know, I alone
How much it hurts, this heart
With no faith nor law
Nor melody nor thought.

Only I, only I
And none of this can I say
Because feeling is like the sky -
Seen, nothing in it to see.

I know, I alone