I know I didn’t love
you enough, for I
was always filled
with doubts and
never released to
take you whole.

My love was never
uttered but came
in stuttering moments
never complete, was
not just or fair for
what you always gave.

This is my confession
about loving and not
loving in this life together
that has been made
in joy and regret, and
and now, in these last
moments, is composed
only of what is left over
and distilled from the
heat of my life–love.

 

19/10/2023