30.08.2022

You fall in love with a little part of every person that you meet.

That’s what you told me.
So why do I see forever behind the eyes of everyone who is captivated by mine,
when I know my feelings are bound to be washed away before I give them a second glance.

How can I reconcile willing an eternity based on a passing feeling,
because yes, I felt it too,
but while you were weaving forever through the fabric of your mind,
I remained,
arms outstretched,
unaware of how to weave you into mine.

I stand motionless,
while the stitches of my love,
or almost,
or something like more than like and lust, but maybe not quite love,
unravel.

Although I’ve pictured forever, because I always do,
I reach out, fully aware that my fear of falling conquers anything I allow myself to feel.

So I remain,
unable to know how to be
unequivocally
in love with you.