The only things my dad and I love equally, Rob McKuen.

I live alone.
It hasn't always been that way.
It's nice sometimes
          to open up the heart a little
and let some hurt come in.
It proves you're still alive.

I'm not sure what it means.
Why we cannot shake the old loves from out minds.
It must be that we build on memory
and make them more that what they were.
                   And is the manufacture
just a safe device for closing up the wall?

I do remember.
The only fuzzy circumstance
is something where-and how.
Why, I know.
It happens just because we need
to want and to be wanted too,
when love is here  or gone
to lie down in the darkness
                     and listen to the warm.

~Rod Mckuen