LOVE
could be a question of
who
when
how
but never
‘why?’
LOVE
could be a matter of
falling unexpectedly
under the sweetly cool
november sky
LOVE
could sometimes be
a gradual burn
or high paced recklesness
laced with unmasked desperation
and a wordless goodbye
LOVE
could have been
you and I
but LOVE
I never would have thought
be fleeting and discreet-
surprisingly gone
the moment we meet
LOVE
as I now know it to be
is an erratic creature
neither bitter nor sweet
LOVE
is a moment
I would never forget-
his eyes aflame under
the painted sunset
LOVE
was him
and all the things we
left unsaid
LOVE
is now
nothing but a far memory-
that of a star that once burned the brightest but
now is
dead.
I saw him yesterday, for the first time in a while.
I was expecting butterflies and all the trouble that accompanied a girl in love, but I was greeted with none of those.
I felt calm. It seems that I have moved on.
I've written this poem a long time ago, but it is only now that I truly relate to it.
