i saw a girl
in class, writing poetry
instead of paying attention to the professor;
she wrote about the loss of october
and the longer nights
and of loneliness.
she reminded me a little
of myself,
of the loneliness that used to live in my heart
am i happier now?
with this equilibrium
i feel like i have lost
the passion to write
only pain, it seems
gives birth to words
of immense beauty