borrowing lines not my own

a friend wrote these lines. i just found them so beautiful i decided to borrow them since there were recent times when i reacted the same way. it's always sad when a dream dies. no matter what type of dream it was.

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"I love you, in the silence of mine that I know"

***Badly mangled Pablo Neruda: "I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know..."

And I remember the last time I felt this kind of pain, a sudden gush of held-back tears as your heart is pulled out and torn apart, first torn into half, then into quarters, then into eights, and so on until all you have is a pile of meaningless crap that you eventually have to throw away. I remember the outcome -- the outcome was eventually good, and I knew it at that time, but still a dream died, and I mourned for it, like a child mourns for a lost parent.

I love you because I know no other way than this...
where I does not exist, nor you

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep