Love is...

Love is…

 my favorite pair of glasses,

the ones you look through 

and see 

that the world

is somehow

 brighter.

Lit up in glorious 

shades of pink.

Love is…

a flower shop

The kind where you enter and

immediately feel sort of

dizzy.

 With a blooming mass of colors 

no one 

can truly

 name all of. 

Love is…

a favorite song from childhood

the lyrics barely

remembered-

stumbled over. 

but sung with such,

 conviction you’d 

almost believe 

they knew it by heart 

But I am still young, 

so for me 

Love was you  

Until it wasn’t

Until the sound of your voice

muffled through the phone 

Until the glasses broke 

Until the flowers died

Until the lyrics forgotten  

I loved you.

But more than that

I miss you 

I wish I didn’t have to.