I went on a date but couldn't stop thinking about you
and how i fell in love with you
i suppose it is appropriate that the realisation that i love, love, love you came not in a slow steady stream of soft touches and gentle smiles and eye contact
but rather a torrent that crashed upon me one morning as ihit you with a pillow to wake you up or we'd both be late for work, a sudden kick in the gut with the heavy realisation you have chipped away at my walls, the painful sting in my chest that reminds me you have somehow climbed back out of me, triumphant with my heart
and i suppose, too, that it is appropriate the realisation that you were gone, gone, gone came not as a similar crash but as a thousand cuts that can only be healed with alcohol-clouded fogs and the arms of a man i met two hours ago -
i still look for you when i wake up.
