Can I not stay close to you?
Ever since I came near you...
no one else has moved me.
No one like you, no one could ever be—this my heart believes,
my breath declares with certainty,
my body knows in silence;
my feelings smile in hiding.
Perhaps there is only one person to love, all others merely pretexts to remember them.
When I touch someone and this heart
searches not for the beloved...
but for myself,
is that one my truest love?
Are you my one and only beloved?
How strange—I know you don't love me;
though I feel no particular sorrow about this.
So few are the people in whose lives the beloved remains.
You are not with me, but our moments are.
Yet Remaining
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