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


After Auden
A. Melo

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