This is my favorite poem. Like, ever. It's melancholy and faithful and beautiful and simple and eloquent. My last relationship before M? I knew we'd never work when I read her this poem and she thought it ruined the mood.
If You Hear That a Thousand People Love You
If you hear that a thousand people love you
remember ... saavedra is among them
If you hear that a hundred people love you
remember ... saavedra is either in the first
or the very last row
If you hear that seven people love you
remember ... saavedra is among them,
like a Wednesday in the middle of the week
If you hear that two people love you
remember ... one of them is saavedra
If you hear that only one person loves you
remember ... he is saavedra
AND when you see no one else around you
and you find out
that no one loves you anymore,
then you will know for certain
that ... saavedra is dead.
-- Guadalupe de Saavedra, 1973
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