Bean

I don't love you.

I daydream about marrying you.

But I don't love you.

I am filled with a terrible beauty at the thought of the impossibility of ever being your love.

And I am enriched by a delight that you exist and I know you at all.

I have gained more from your friendship than I think you can know.

But love isn't the word I'd use.

It would misinform about my sense of loss.

You are a sweet reminder of all I have losed.

Povey 2013