Love

If this is the Fates cruel idea of a joke

I am not laughing — nor is she

How do you expect me to subsist

Half-witted, dumb and deep in love?

I told her all my deepest thoughts and wants

I relied on her to hold my hand through storms

Feelings? What are feelings and why now?

Why her?

Of all people on this rock flying through space

My best friend, my only friend
Can you not see how terrified I am?
When our lips touched it lit a fire within me

I never thought for once needed lighting

The softest touch of velvet — her lips on mine

Can you not see when that happens

My only thought and want is more and more?

How twisted and cruel the hand you’ve dealt me.

And no need for apologies.

It’s too late for that.

It’s changed me forever.

Hmph.

Love.