Rumination

Did I ever love you?

Did I ever love him?

I sometimes wonder in times when I start ruminating on past relationship.

Yes. Singular.

But did I?

Do I miss his kisses, his touch,
his good morning greetings and good night wishes,
his smiles, his laughs,
his hopes, his dreams?

Well, yes. Of course I do.

But do I miss them because they were his,
or because they were loaded with affection and passion,
all for or inspired by me?

Do I miss the man,
or do I miss a man?

Do I desire his presence,
or do I merely desire companionship?

Did I ever love him?
I wonder from time to time.

And then I tell myself...if you have to ask...
then maybe you already know the answer.

Author's Note

One of my few ventures into free verse. The words just kind of happened.

Please let me know what you think and any technical criticisms you might have for free verse poetry!