And all the ones we know

An evening with you,
And all the ones we know,
The ones we like,
And some we love
More than the heart can bear.

Yet sadly,
No pulse, no sound,
Only the gentle wind of night
Breathing through the window,
As if it knew of nothing.

Do I know one or two among them?
And if I do—where are they all?
Only the gentle wind of night
Breathing through the window,
As if it knew of nothing.