such a lovely day, so
warm so
quiet and
warm,
and such is the feeling in my heart.

i sent her delirious
love and support
in electric
sentences, it was
a sudden burst
of joy, of
my antique
and precious freedom, i
thought her ready
to understand it, but she
did not seem to notice, only
asking if
everything
was ok?

and it's funny now, how lost i let
myself become, how drunk
in my own confusion, ( after )
how numb i'd been
in my disregard,
looking back now, though
and smiling, she did
know one particular thing, such and
so much more than me,
that we
would not be together, and that
she somehow such
much more than me
knew that we
were not together
when we were, and silly, how silly
little me always thought that somewhere
we were, that somewhere
we could
and would be.