I speak alone because
I do not know his answers.
And yet, you want to be heard.
I want to tell him that I have
Closed and sealed my skin.
Baby, I told you, love can hurt.
I have exiled my heart.
This is a lonely, lonely world,
Even with a lover.
Since I know the difference
Between believing and being in love
Oh! You know nothing.
I have stopped
My frantic search
For the Buddhas
Only they came to you,
in ones, twos, tens.
When I think of
Yasodhara, his wife
Left behind alone and
Large with child'
What about the good things, huh?
Recollect them. Remember that
Memory is a mere vending machine'
