Unfortunate

One more day
that is all I have.
I know you don't even have a clue
but I will forever miss you.
Do I have love for thee?
Yes, yes I do indeed.
To say what you do to me is difficult
because I don't even know and it's pitiful.
I want to be there for you at all times
but I know someone already is, what a crime.
I am happy, though, not jealous
because I honestly want you to be filled with happiness.
I know you probably don't think of me the way I do you.
I can't blame you, I wouldn't too.
You really are on a different level then I.
Though you were kind, I can't help but wonder why?
I am no where near your standards or intellect
I do not walk with grace or have copious amounts of respect.
I am not fluent in knowledge on every topic
and I can't grasp someone's attention like a child to a mother's old locket.
I find you flawless and wonderful to the extreme
when I am around you I can't help but beam.
You've shown me a creative, new perspective
now I will never look at anything the same as long as I live.
The days are limited- as in one to spare-
and to tell you I'll miss you, I wouldn't dare.
But for the record, you mean something to me
and I hope I will be okay- even though I'll feel lonely.