I should have told you,
that love is more
           than being warm in bed.
                                                  More
than individuals seeking an accomplice.
Even more than wanting to share.

I could have said
that love at best is giving what you need to get.

But it was raining
and we had no place to go
and riding through the streets in a cab
                                                 I remembered
that words are only necessary after love has gone.