What is love if
all I get are taps and arms around the shoulders
yet can never get my basic biography right
What is love if
there is no space to be with myself
suffocates and over-protects
What is love if
my understanding remains intellectual
and I fumble when we gaze
What is love if
it comes in a storm, hurricanes
and leaves a wreck of thoughts behind
What is love if
when rain falls at night
I fall asleep in tears
dreaming of a phantom pair of hands
holding myself together
only to wake up and never being able
to see his face.
