Truth

I wrote something today.

I wrote something wicked. 

I wrote something.. true. 

But I'm afraid of what the payment for that Truth will be.

You! You were but the briefest flicker in my life,

But a spark that flared bright. 

Irresistably bright.

You've inspired me to write again; did you know?

But right now, I'm not sure that is the best of things. 

How can it be that I miss you already, when I barely know you? 

But I do.

So very much.