Is it for me that I love him,
or is it for him that he loves me?
There is no such thing as a union of souls -
much like there’s no such thing as a unicorn.
Ulysses came home with all his victory and only his dog recognized him,
like me. Only that I have no dog.
I want to believe, like him. But it’s easy for him.
He has no dog, but he has a life. Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t know
him. He doesn’t know me. Because I don’t know me. I doubt. Whether it is
for me that I love him, or whether it is
for him that he loves me.