!@#$ Yesterday I cried like a baby No really Like a baby Blank dark hysterical hold me now helpless panic My friend N recently got married I remember asking her when she first fell in love (10 years ago--God I'm old) how she was sure I asked her what love is And she said-- I know I love him because of what I feel when I imagine him dead I know that sounds silly and is probably the most unromantic definition anyone's ever made But I understand it now--it's true It's the same panic I felt when I was learning to swim and I got pulled away from the side of the pool And what I felt when I fell down a flight of stairs Or when the car swerves It's this ugly instinctual blind possessed I don't know I didn't know you could feel it for a person who isn't your mama when you're an infant and could literally die How do people write poetry about this? |