Come to Think of It

I believe I will always be love with you

It’s pathetic and typical that it took me this long to realize 

I should have known all those years ago in that window sill

Crouched over holding your sweatshirt for dear life 

Pleading for you to come back

The way only lovers do

I should have known all those nights on your porch

Forbidden exchanges of touch 

and the promise of something better in your eyes

I would have saved so much time if I had noticed that day on the bench 

When we were the only two people in a crowded room

When your hand slipped into mine

And I felt at home for the first time

Come to think of it perhaps i’ve always known 

Maybe a part of me has always known we would never be 

That the undying spark you placed in my heart would burn forever 

The hunger you awoke in my soul an eternal starvation as the satiation of you will never come 

I love you more than i’m supposed to

And I believe I will always love you this way

Perhaps in another life your mine and this poem never exists

But I am not her

I am in this life

Where I am madly in love with you

And the more I think of it

The more I realize you will never know