I think you once smiled.
Yes--it was long ago,
but I think you once smiled
somewhere along the way.

I think we laughed together
while we sang snippets of choral tunes
and the most amusing of songs
that we heard on the radio.

Inspiration leaves me cold
when hot summer days
are no longer spent
beside you.

When I cannot see the light skipping across your lashes
and hearing our hearts beat in tune.

I think you once told me you loved me--
as a friend.
As a companion.
Yes, it may have been once
or twice
or every day.

But now...
...now...
is, just that.
It is now.
And now never suited me well.
I always wore it with a sour face
and squirmed around in its hold.

I suppose we used to smile then
before...
well, just before.
Before I felt the way I felt
before you knew better...
simply before.

I think I said I love you too.
I know I said it, really.
And I'll say it again
because I do.
Sadly enough, I realize that my molasses love that stays
completely contradicts your watery love
that speedily floats away.
Viscosity aside,
I know that sentiments can fade
and your sentiments are fading quickly
quicker than I expected
quicker than I had wanted.

I assumed that eventually you would realize
that I was not worthy of your jeweled affection
but unfortunately
you realized too soon
and here I lie, in the dry summer breeze
alone
and without you

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