... is a poem by Adrienne Rich I discovered at the Strand bookshop at NYC and a part of me agrees with it a little ...
After all - to have loved, wasn't that the object?
Love is the only thing in life
but then you can love too much
or the wrong way, you lose
yourself or you lose
the person
or you strangle each other
Maybe the object of love is
to have loved
greatly
at one time or another
Like a cinema trailer
watched long ago
