Lover

I could say a lot of things,

pretty flowered words,

about what you mean to me.

Things like

I am empty without you

or

I can't live a day without you

But that would be a lie,

because I've never felt empty

like a used old paper cup

and I've lived many days without

you

by my side.

I cannot say forever,

hearts are changing like the tide.

But if you left tomorrow

I'd

miss you and

your emerald eyes.

I'd miss the dent you give the mattress

and the curve of your skin

and the way you breathe

at night.

I'd miss you.

Does that,

that achy burning in my heart,

mean that

I love

you?