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