If I had this mouth, if I touched your lips,
if I stood in these shoes how could I lose?
If I swam in this pool, if I touched your skin,
I lived where your shoulder meets your neck.
What did I expect?
If this is a description of things we felt for each other,
and ways we made each other feel beautiful, yet second best.
I can recount a thousand instances in which we expressed our love,
but I just can't accept that it's in the past and that it didn't last.
Is this all to easy to concede, or just too hard to believe?