Before

If I count the ways I love you, I would be

Counting the stars in the sky,

Drops of water in the ocean,

Every grain of the sand

From all the times we

Laid in the grass and looked at the night sky,

Took a boat out to the calm waters for a day

Ventured along on different beaches

Now

If I counted the ways I loved you

My hands would be peachy blobs

With burning waterfalls down my face

Seeing only your limp body in that bed

Reminding me of

Holding your hand in mine

Feeling the weight of your face in my palms

Watching the soft rise and fall of your chest

Why did you leave me

Stuck to count the ways

I could have been a better person

To you, my love