He asks if I've ever been in love
And I say
Every poet is always in love
Everything is a prompt
Every object and person
Every moment
Every feeling
We love it all
So much so
We fantasize about it
Write about it
Imagine it to life
The freedom
The despair
The sky of each day
We're in love with the journey
The creation
The creator
The story
It's overwhelming
To have your mind be in five places at once
All illuminating the other
Transcending from a memory with no language
From reality to fiction
Fiction to reality
And we write
Into an empty space
At a stage so far from where the thought began
With no certainty of how it will end