Past

My past life used to appeal to me, now it is dreary in comparison.

No one I truly loved, no full happiness, no perfect peace.

I could fall asleep without tears or anguish,

I could live my life without a single thought of you.

Naïve, but is that a bad thing?

Without knowledge of love, but also without heartbreak or anxiety or depression.

Now my tears stain my pillow in longing for you,

and I still prefer this.

Those few moments with you were paradise.