Unlikely Lover

I don’t know if I loved you or I just wanted you to ache for me

the way I wrote you,

rose and lilac colored longing dripping from your words.

 

Maybe I loved you the only way a girl like me can,

Fiercely yet inconstantly,

and always quietly.

 

Forgive me

For not knowing who I was, even when you told me, pressing it onto my lips, my neck, my shoulders.

You told me who I was every time you touched me.

You knew me, without romance, in the milk drop early morning hours,

And still you saw something worth having.