Why this is hard....

...because nighttime is full of memories..
...because memories are full of songs...
...because songs are full of longing...
...because longing is full of yearning...
...because yearning is filled to the brim, and overflowing...
...like the moon, like love, like the night...

And in a mood like this one - irrational, poetic, romantic, perhaps even pathetic - it's easy to doubt, to think of why-nots, and if-thens, and sighs and perhaps not yet goodbyes... but oh que bono? - just what is the use of all that thinking, yearning, feeling - except for poetry.