One more, because I can...
When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your own LJ.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
- excerpts from 'Tonight I Can Write' by Pablo Neruda, translated by W.S. Merwin