I think I loved you once.
Twice.
Maybe every third day.
For years.
Those last five minutes were
Everything.
I think I loved you once.
A thousand times.
Maybe I will again.
Maybe I will again.
I think I loved you once.
Twice.
Maybe every third day.
For years.
Those last five minutes were
Everything.
I think I loved you once.
A thousand times.
Maybe I will again.
Maybe I will again.
She said just sit down and write.
About what? I asked.
Anything. Everything.
But where do I start?
With the truth.