She was twenty eight years,
Four months,
And three days old.
I know this
Because you counted
Each and every day.
You wrote it down
In a calendar beside our bed.
She was restless,
Free spirited,
And beautiful.
I know this
Because I am
Everything
She wasn't.
That's why you chose me.
You won't say.
You'll never say
So I stopped asking.
Instead,
I dug through
Each and every
Box, to see
Each and every
Photograph,
Each and every
Love letter,
Each and every
Line of romantic poetry.
You'd never say
But I know.
You will
Never
Love me the way you loved
Her.
At night,
When you close your eyes,
Your dreams take you away
To a wonderland
Where you hold her
Each and every
Day.
Each night you mumble
Her name.
You'll say hers in a way
That you'll never say mine.
And each time you wake,
You see her across the room.
And as you talk to her,
She gets closer and closer
And all you want to do is cry
Because so soon
Will you finally have your beloved.
And just as you're about to touch,
You wake.
You wake from the beautiful dreams
You wish were your reality
And you'll look
But she'll never be across the room.
And this time,
You let the tears fall
And stain the pillowcase
Because you know
That she'll never be there
Or anywhere again.
You cry
Because all you'll ever have
Is me
Laying in this bed
Beside you.
