"March" by Giovanni Dania

March

There was an emptiness in my core:--
You filled it.
Before I knew it, you were exactly what I needed.
Then, to have lost it....

I can ask myself a million times why,
Left with the lurking uncertainty,
Left suspecting it was me.
Was it me?
Was it really me?

There is an emptiness in my core.--
Nothing can fill it now:
I need nothing, I know nothing:--
I will not lose anything anymore.

March 15, 2001