I loved you.
I will have this, if nothing else,
when all my deeds are weighed.
I loved you, long after I had left you
and took your image with me
across the world.
You seeped into me,
and memories were drenched in loss.
I loved you, though it could never come to any good.
I loved you, though I had left and you were gone.
I loved you, with no intention, for no purpose,
always knowing
I could not help but love.