K A L O P S I A

ONE

She once thought
she had been in love.

Childish stolen glances
chaste midnight kisses
early morning sweet nothings in her ear
warmth enveloping her body
as they made love under mercury moonlight

All the love of her childhood
lasted as long as a melting snowflake

No
she had never really
truly known love
just whispers
and shadows
of an idea

She would learn later on
love
to her
was the unconditional severing of one's soul

Handing it over to the other person
bleeding from the seams
for them to do with whatever they chose

To either

Hold it in a glass box
and keep it precious

Or to squeeze it
till it bled and wept