I said: It’s not important for me to
see you but I believe it’s important
for you. Yet I would like to see you.
But since then I have thought a lot
of what’s really “important” in life.
A home and money enough for living,
that’s “important”. Not to be used for
others’ purposes, that’s “important”.
He wants to cut his ties to gets across
continents and borders to see me. But
why? For love? I dare not believe in it!
Yet, to travel to meet is not important.
Too often, he doesn’t understand what
I say. But such is not important to him.
Love! What is love? Linguistic confusion
and romantic delusions: we quarrel over
nothing! But if he want to see me: okay!
With him, something in the world is good.