I Forgot
I didn't realize
the last time we spoke would be
the last time I'd ever hear your voice.
If I'd known, I would've kept the conversation going
from the night into the early morning
listening to each heaving sigh and each melodic laugh
embedding them into my memory
so even if you left, your face would never leave me.
I didn't realize you'd stop loving me
or else I would've poured out every drop of my heart
that beat only for you
I would've held tight and never let go
kissing you breathless and leaving you wanting more
so I'd know that I still existed
somewhere in your heart.
In your rush to leave me
I forgot to tell you what you meant.
That your PTSD had shaped me
into the perfect caretaker
and I knew you better
than your closest family.
I forgot to say that I'm sorry
for all the stupid arguments over
pointless things that had no real meaning
and if I could take them back I would.
I would say how lucky I felt
when I was loved by you,
and how every day I'd break out into song,
a permanent smile on my face,
knowing that I was the girl you'd chosen to spend
your life with.
I forgot to tell you that I loved you, too.