given

i suppose i havent (really) 

loved you enough

to (actually) make (much 

of)  any difference

in this whorled


shit (still) seems tha saime

(most) every whaire i look


i suppose i havent loved you

nearly enough

to effect chainge

in our lives

in our hearts


i have not packed any bags

nor boarded any planes

i have not   walked away

from any thing (at all)


i have not   showed up

at yore door step

with (some) strainge 

conviction

in my heart


i suppose i have failed

to believe (enough)

in my own love

(for you)


in tha power of love 

to chainge things

(for me)


yet (still) (somewhat) oddly

i go on believing (that)

i probly love you more

than most folks

(ever) love


more than ive loved

the peepholes i have loved


in this long, too empty

life of tha whorled


i suppose i havent 

loved you enough

to (actually) do 

any thing (about it)


i suppose i have 

loved you (just) enough

to do my best

to stay out 

of yore life


knowing yore 

(so much)

better off


without me


(still) i hold you

in my heart

‘cause it seems

tha best (that

i can do)


with what 

ive been

given


this time