As the days go by I wonder what our love was. For in my current state, what I have now is what love really is. So what do I call what we had. It wasn't love or lust. It wasn't a mistake because it let me know what love isn't. So what do I call the afterthought that is you. In my mind, you were but a moment in time. A moment of bliss, yet at the same time a moment of pure hell. For in our moment you were a heavenly poison, but that moment is gone. Now she is my moment. But her and I have a lifetime together, so my moments are now eternities. And that eternity of love begins now.