A Letter

I never
Wrote her a letter.

I sighed out
My hopes
Teased with
My wants.

I communicated with
My eyes
My body
My heart.

But I never
Wrote her a letter.

I drew her to me.
I enfolded her in my arms.
I kissed her mouth.
I warmed her
Cherished her.
I loved her.

But I never
Wrote her a letter.

I held her hand.
I sat with her
Walked with her
Lay with her
Dreamed with her.

But I never
Wrote her a letter.

I wish I had it all
To do again.
I would change nothing.
Every day
Would be the way it was then.

But one thing I would not regret
Were it mine to do again.

Next time
I would not lament that
I never wrote her a letter.