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