There were days I knew I loved you
and long nights I feared I didn't.
There were burdens I chose to carry,
jealous lovers who spared no room
in my heart. Distance is distance;
it can not, could not, be made less
by all the aches of our longing.
What is love without the promise
of forever? Who am I
to demand such permanence?
There were days I should have loved you
and not cared for tomorrow.
Stephen Brooke ©2008