love is a construct
we laid upon ourselves
something romanticized and yet abstract
that doesn’t tell itself

if I asked you “what is love?”
you’d say “oh, just wait, you’ll know”
but why do we talk about this “love”
like it’s a universal go

if you don’t even find the words
for the single syllable we compare to birds?
as it grows wings so free and wild
but what if love can be something mild?

what if it’s not the way we yearn and ache
but something more simple - like being awake?
like little gestures you don’t notice
such as smiles we capture in photos

and maybe it’s not always meant romantically
‘cause I feel love for you and me
even if we’re friends and not meant to be
not meant to be more, just loved platonically