Do I Love?

Always wondering where I stand,
Looking back through time for answers.
Immutable past.
How I hate thee.

Answers fill the windows
And I cannot see outside.
But which are the right ones?
What was the question again?

Raindrops fill my vision.
Do I fill his vision?
Does she fill his vision still?
The answers are washed away.

Confusion of the mind,
Pain of the heart,
Unintentional.
Subconscious?

What does it mean,
This thing called love?
What is it for?
How do I take it apart?

And how do I fix it?