N) For Kristen

You want to know how I felt
lying beside you
In the late Sunday sun?
How I feel now
On this lonely journey
Back to my empty room
My empty bed?
There are no words,
No great poetry or prose.
There are no paintings,
No works of art,
No flowers, no jewels,
No grand romantic gestures.
There is no picture perfect postcard way
To express how much I love you,
Only the tears in my eyes
And the beating of my heart.