I Can't

I can't tell you how much I love you, how often I think about you, how many times a night I dream of you.

I can't tell you the number of wine bottles I've emptied, or the wheels of camembert and brie I've eaten while writing about you.

I can't tell you the  miles I've driven on interstates I can't remember because all the time I was focused on you.

I can't tell you the plans I made, the vacations I've planned, the dates I've imagined, and the bathing suits I've seen.

I can't tell you everything, but I can wish I could.