“What’s it like being in love?” they asked.
“Oh devils,” I drank some coffee. “Big question.”
“Ya,” they said, “I guess so.”
“No,” I drank some more coffee. “Bold question.”
I felt shy so I looked down.
“So,” I said.
“Sometimes I wake up &
she isn’t there.
And then I fall back asleep, thinking of her...”
I looked up. It was quiet.
“That’s what it’s like?” they said.
I nodded and had more coffee.
“Yeh,” they said. “I get it.”
You know, it’s just a moment.
It’s just this small thing.
But it also represents a huge, universal concept,
almost too big for words, much less a poem.
P.S.
KJ, if you're reading this...
I love you.