12.7.12 (later, perhaps)

I would have loved
To leave a flower
On your step
Every day
Of every month
You had gotten away.
I would have loved
The opportunity
To tell you the beauty
I see so clearly
In every smile.
I would have loved
To have had a single moment
Of your attention
If only to show you
The depth of it.
I see now
Thats not possible
So I will laugh harder,
Smile bigger,
Cry less,
And hope to see you,
Some distant day
In light anew.