“Knowing you was no good, leaving you was no better.”
“Then what seemed apt to you?”, said it
“To never know you.”
“Why?” asked it.
‘to smell the pervasive aroma of a flower, blooming in an oblivion corner, and to wander with hopeful eyes to hold it someday or to smell a flower in hands only to know that it belonged to someone else’s garden. You say which is better of the two?” said I and turned a back to its howling.