Did I make the most of your company? In that small time we had together, whilst the sun and the moon beamed down with our souls beneath them, contented and head over heels in love.
Did I make the most of your beautiful smile? How it lit up the night, brighter than the brightest light and with more warmth than the sun itself.
Did I make the most of your voice? The only sound that soothed my nerves, raced my heart to the back of beyond and back again and reduced my being to nothing.
Did I make the most of your eyes? Oh those eyes; as if someone had captured the most beautiful of stars and entrapped them in your face, as if you didn't need eyes to see how much I cared for you.
Did I make the most of your laugh? The most sweetest of sounds, honey would disparate in its presence and sugar would simply kneel at the tail end of that joy.
Did I make the most of your face? The face I see reflected in our child each day, happy and joyous once more, oblivious to the pain I experience each time we met. As if we are meeting beyond the grave.
Did I make the most of loving you? Because my brain says no, but my heart screams yes.