How abstract time is, yet it ages me' and her. Wonder what she looks like now?
Her name, my dearest love, is the only one I remember now. loves since, were only an attempt to recapture the lost.
When moon is full I wonder why this, your hold on my affection. never eases.
Today I wrote your name on a mound of sand when it struck my feeble mind that you must be dead, since I wrote your name on a mound that looked like a filled in grave.
