I am part of this world, aren’t I?
The overheard conversations, the wine,
The announcements on the screen,
Someone likes you. What does it mean?
Everything is connected to something
Unlike itself. Nothing is virtuous or clean.
Greatness mingles with the low and mean.
Romance is a presentation; love, an act,
Which is yet, love. You can’t get over this fact.
You finally fall in love with one who makes
You resent everything else. That’s all it takes.
She becomes the world inside the world
Which doesn’t tire.
You look for her in the wide sea. In a fire.
You would give anything to return
To yourself, before she made you burn.