Love

And maybe I will never know
What love is

What it's like to wake up to
A cup of coffee by the bed
Breakfast on a plate
A kiss goodbye
The day spent apart
But always together
Coming home to an
Empty house
That is soon occupied
Once again by
Two people in love
Their books with mine
Their music playing
In the living room
They whistle a tune
As they go about the house
Tending to minor chores
As dinner for two is served
On the table in the pantry
Plates washed and dried
Going to bed
One that isn't cold or empty
Falling asleep next to
Someone I love

I will never know what this
Feels like