Be in Love

I imagine spring. The last of the snow banks. Diminished, wet and hopeless, pooling and evaporating among the new grass and new love and warm air.

I imagine the lift in my spirits. The love in my chest, the pull of my smile and the grip of your hand. The sun on your skin. The bright in your eyes.

For me.

I imagine you.

I imagine you and for a moment I am weightless and for a moment I smile to myself and I breathe and exhale glad to have exhaled and waiting excitedly for the inhale.

The sun on your skin. The grip of your hand.



Here now.

The distance, and I can focus. The treasures and the trash. I can sort them and see them for what they are. What they were, could be.

A friend, a heart; "How do you know when you're in love?"

Fuck if I know.

I just am.

You just are.

What does it matter?

Be in love.




I am in love.

Alone, and in love.