I loved her more


now that I understand it's some kind

of competition. Truth be told,


she was always on my mind, 

I could never eat, nor hope to sleep.


At night, much more alone, I wander 

longer, darker streets. Definitely,


smile fewer smiles, sigh bigger sighs, 

cry more tears. No doubt, I feel 


much greater stress. Since she left, 

I’m certain I miss her more — or less.

                             Timothy Pilgrim