and if love isn't the reason
for staying out in the rain.
and if love isn't the treason
for running after that train.
then i don't think you know
what love truly is.
until suddenly in a short while
you find yourself staying up
until the early hours awake
thinking about someone
counting all the makeshift stars
on your ceiling ,
trying to remember life
without that person,
and trying to forget the hole
in your heart
without that person.

|m.s.