What a strange thing it is
To feel emotions
But even stranger
To want to feel empty
Some say that
There are similar notions
To this which I feel
A sort of empathy
I think they call it
Love?
Like a birds wings
That soar so high above
A kind of thing that makes you melt
Like hot fudge
Or heated caramel
Sticky and sweet
And leaves traces on your mouth
Like a smile
To be in love is different from love
What I experience
Is near the line of
Love?
