I know death will spare
This love I have for you,
And free its form forever,
To float and fill the hearts of others,
Who listen for its beat.


I love you. I miss you.
I ask strangers if they know you,
I talk to you out loud on the subway,
I stare into store windows,
Sometimes for an hour or more.

The only point of love, and I do love you,
Is to prove to others the possibility is there,
To imagine everything at once,
To love without words or contradiction,
I love you.
Is it enough?