Tim Tipton

From this point to

across this room she know (or I think she knows) that I love her That I study her closely from far away and savoring every gesture she offers me adds another day to my life That her quarter moon smile lights up my heart (Does she know?) I hold everything about her in my memory and set it free on my loneliest night. She has become

absent more and my days are not the same

without her. I often find myself wondering about her (and did she know?)

I don't love you anymore

I used to love you beyond anything

and then there was a time that I 

just counted on you because it seemed

like the right thing to do. To carry

around with me like an amulet, something

in amber. But the fire has gone out.

What I was seeing was a reflection,

a trick with mirrors. It's all ashes

now. I know this is going to hurt

but here it goes: I don't love you,

I don't love you, I don't love you.