Your lost love

Dear Elizabeth,

I love you.

I never told you that.

Not without an edge of sarcasm,

A bite of insincerity,

And a stab of guilt.

Because it was a love

That I didn't understand,

A love I didn't want.

When I think of you,

All I remember is regret.

I remember laughing

And thinking,

'why didn't I tell you?'

"I love you."

I remember talking

And thinking,

'Why didn't I say,'

"I love you?"

I remember sitting,

And thinking,

'Why couldn't I

Just love you?'

I wish I loved you

Enough to tell you.

But now I just have regret.

Because I couldn't say

"I love you."

I love you.

Why didn't you say

"I love you?"

Do you regret it too?

Sincerely, your lost love.