— a poem of potpourris.
They say
Even though you might not feel the same way
Published in
Feb 23, 2024
They say love comes in many form
exists and lives in many more
in mother’s solaces when we failed our bikes,
in father’s scolds as if he knows best,
friends who made us laugh through heartbreaks,
even past lovers whose heart is far from content.
Love is a stranger’s helping hand,
the kinds that didn’t made us feel uptight.
For me love comes through the uncertainties
in not knowing what it means
when you greeted me with a hug,
and smiled the brightest star in the universe.
For me is the feeling of coming home, when
the butterflies settling in just fine
as we talk the night away
without ever saying, “I love you.”
