Love

Love

The sky spins overhead

and I think –

is this love?

 

For I am fairly sure

I have never experienced

It.

 

I do not struggle

to breathe

The world – does not stop.

I do not fold – or fall –

I do

not forget and

lose

the ability to speak –

I do not fall mute with shock

at such beauty.

 

I –

I feel sick, mainly.

 

So.

 

Is that it?

– is that – all it –

it?

 

I wonder

if you are not allowed to love

until you have lived the purgatory.

 

I wonder

if that’s all it is.