Select the most appropriate option from the given alternatives:
It's really something from the past-
when you and I split up
without any regrets-
just one thing that I don't quite understand.
When we were saying our farewells
and our house was up for sale
the empty pots and pans strewn across the courtyard-
perhaps they were gazing into our eyes
and others that were upside down-
perhaps they were hiding their faces from us.
A faded vine over the door,
perhaps it was confiding something to us
- or grumbling to the faucet.
Things such as these
never cross my mind;