Love?

I wish I could spend

every day with her.

If only I had not returned.

If only I had not left.

Each day of those few

were the best of my life—

and the start of a new

one.

Each day I sought her,

Sat sown, talked.

Just sitting by her,

Was more than

I could ask for.

Doing anything,

with her,

no matter how boring,

was what made the days,

something I wanted.

Each second I smiled.

Did I love her, did she me?

Now I'll never know.

- Lily