She couldn’t put words
To what love is to her.
She said,
‘It’s like they say, you know it when you feel it.’
And I thought,
‘Can anyone put words to love?’
And then I remembered that I am a writer,
And describing the indescribable
Is supposed to be my job.
Although,
Sometimes I am unsure
If I know what love really is…
And how can I describe
What I don’t know?
Then,
I once again
Remembered I am supposed to be a writer,
And I can just imagine
Or
Lie about it.
-C.H.
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