Reading Love Poems I Wrote to You

I was happy then.

I am even happy now.

To remember those nights and mornings

I woke up, went to bed, capable

of such feeling.

It was not just you. I'm afraid

that I fabricated your light mood

flowing over the telephone,

throwing your hands in the air

without you truly.

Let this be the stanza

I allow myself love.

Not expecting an answer

but to have said the thing anyway.