Was It Love?

Sitting in silence

Makes me feel sad.

I suddenly become haunted.

I can feel the ghost of his touch,

Smell the ghost of his uniqueness,

And I can feel the same excitement.

Why him?

I want to forget

So I tell myself it was all in my head.

By that I deceive myself.

I did feel that excitement

By just being in his presence

And I still feel it now.

Is this love?

Why him?

I never wanted those days to end.

It seemed perfect.

It seemed right.

I refuse to believe it was

Only too good to be true.

This was written soon after my recent breakup. This was written in May of 2008.

(Haha... and I remember writing it on the bus to a field trip to Chicago...)