Pardon my ignorance;
all the advice columns claimed that
the countless dollars spent on restaurants,
the calls to ask how my day was going,
and the little, random gifts
meant the world to both of us.

Please understand;
someone once said that
our outstretched arms,
our hours of talking,
and our walks in the park
meant something to you.

Forgive my sappy poetry,
my inexperienced kisses,
my misplaced worship,
my childish heart,
my four wasted years.