Neruda.

I love you. Or I loved you. Oh how I loved you.

It was hard but I had to do it.
No.
More than hard.

I’m still questioning.
Right? Wrong?
Who knows?

I still love you.
I know that.
But I don’t want you.
I think.

Neruda said
“Es tan corto el amor,
Y tan largo el olvido.”

I love you.
Or I loved you.
Oh how I loved you.

But tonight I can write the saddest lines.
And these will be the last verses that I write for you.