she never had to tell me she loved me
love was in how she looked at me
how she talked to me in the words
she spoke to me in cards and letters
she wrote to me gifts I still have gifts
she gave to me reminiscing on how we
met the day she came to me things
she made me feel before we even
touched then I didn't know it took
time to realize why she had to go
I should have met her that day for
lunch but I was too busy feeling
crushed the news came and broke
me making it hard not to fall apart
what was I supposed to tell my heart