I Think I Loved You

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.

With the Truth.

She said just sit down and write.

About what? I asked.

Anything. Everything.

But where do I start?

With the truth.