today I remembered my book and read some of its poems, after all these years. 😊 

Wasn't the idea of love in all its scopes a nice thing? I guess it was, a tale to be told. forevermore. but for a long time, "no more Lenore". it's all very pretty when you believe and feel it, whereas when you don't feel anything it's just something out of your sight. Or was it "out of your sight, out of your heart"?. No, it wasn't. It's just a vague memory in a heart filled with grief's emptiness. but I did wish we all had just been floating in those abundant pools of gods' nectar: love. what was it?