A short poem about complicated feelings.

If I don’t think of you as the sun sets

Then was I ever in love with you ?

If I don’t search for your face in the blinding sun

Then I begin to have questions.

If the end of my day does not remind me of our demise,

Then I can’t say with certainty that I was in love.

When I look at the sun,

I want to be filled with longing and desire.

I want to get deja vu of our bodies locked in passion.

Maybe then I can say I was truly in love.

If not ,

Then maybe you were just an entanglement I don’t wish to untie…..


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