It is only those who find themselves in love in the world

Who will suffer an anguish of mortality--

 which is not what we wanted.  

My heart uselessly opens to 3 words,

and I was not enough for them,

for you.  

You don't speak them again and

          there's a knot in my head        

                  that will never be untied.  

Love, like a poem, is never finished  

love, like a poem, can only be abandoned.