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…..