She understood him
for what he was.

There he sat,
weary of
so much thinking
about the
complicated affairs
in life.

He really felt happy
only when
he was listening to music
or making music himself.

She was devoted to him,
but he was well aware
that this devotion
was not free.

This
    little thing
                                 was
                                           her

everything

                             of course
                        to him
                                it was
                                        not so much

I
listened
     as the
conversation
       carefully

f
   e
        l

            l

to silence

You're blind
        to the things
     between us
but they
   affect me
in
e
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    e
             r
                  y
a
    s
   p
        e
c
     t