On Love.

Stop trying to define it.
It won't work, even when you think you've
got it down, the meanings will slip away
like mists in the morning light
leaving you feeling empty
out of mind, out of sight.
If you have got it, then let it go
love dies in captivity, nothing survives
if it cannot grow, you want to
remember the rain, you want to see him
smile, you want to feel her skin
once again.
If you don't have it, you play the loneliness
game, you look out the windows
or sit in the doorway to your
room asking the walls to remember her
name.
When giving up seems to best thing to do,
quit searching for the one thing that
makes you smile whenever the world
slides out of view. The hint of a giggle
the curling of toes, the scent of cookies,
butterflies tickling at your nose, the way
he makes me feel, the look in her eyes
when you are sure she's real, the moment
when you both understand that love is
all that matters in this world, throw away
the conventions, forget the limitations
let your imagination unfurl.
Question everything, accept nothing
live in the second, looking forward to the next
the secrets to it's mysteries have just been
written here in this text.