For quite some time
Once I could,
And there was a time when I could not,
I would not think of her.
It was too beautiful
And too painful
And I did not wish
To sit with what I had lost.
But in truth,
It was not a dream,
For she did love me
And I did love her
And it was real.
But I do not know how
To speak of these things
And now having lost them
I am even more,
At a loss for words.
For they are holy things
And I, here in the dirt,
Fear my words,
Would somehow taint them.
But I was young once,
And happy,
And we were in love.