NIALLFAN345
you might not have been my first love
but you were the love that made
all other loves seem
irrelevant,
They say our bodies regenerate completely
After seven long years,
That all our skin cells
Are shed and replaced
And I hope that isn't true because if so
Then I have six years more to go
Before I finally have a body
That no longer thinks of yours as home
if i keep writing poems about you
and no one ever knows that you read them,
are they still self-indulgent?
i mean, a tree falling in a forest, right?
how do i tell the nonbelievers that love
only ever made sense in poetry, or
that our unraveling was one
of the most romantic things
that's ever happened to me?
when am i supposed to stop talking about it?
how many ripples in the lake do i create
if i skip stone after stone after stone
and all of them sound like your name?