excerpt from “Funeral Blues”

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

– W.H. Auden

 

how i love another, even after proved wrong before. 

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