sans shadow,
I don’t remember
lighting this cigarette
and I don’t remember
if I’m here alone
or waiting for someone.
by Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing
But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a lifetime, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.
by Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood.

love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is more mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky


by E.E. Cummings, love is more thicker than forget.

The planes bound for all points everywhere
etch lines on my office window. From the top floor
London recedes in all directions, and beyond:
the world with its teeming hearts.

I am still, you move, I am a point of reference on a map;
I am at zero meridian as you consume the longitudes.
The pact we made to read our farewells exactly
at two in the afternoon with you in the air
holds me like a heavy winter coat.

Your unopened letter is in my pocket, beating.


by John Stammers, The Day Flies Off Without Me.
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
by W.S. Merwin, Separation.
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