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

- W. H. Auden





[paraphrasing auden]

he was all of it
he was me
restless

my pin number my currency my expensive perfume
my clothes my undressing my flesh my body fluids my inner self

I thought love would last forever and while I am forever alive
I was right

- AR
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