Love.

Do people our age fall in love?

Or do we outgrow it like we outgrow clothes?

Do we look at comfort and safety and trust and attraction and kindness

And mistake it for love?

Or are these just close enough alternatives

Like vinegar instead of lemon juice and honey instead of sugar?

Does it matter as long as it seems to get the job done?

Things I will never forgive you for

There's a lot you may think I will never forgive you for

But in truth none of them matter

There's one thing and one thing only

That I will never get past

You made the rest of the room disappear

When you walked in and looked at me

For those few moments

It was just you and me

No one else existed

They disappeared into the walls

And since then, no one has looked at me like that

No one has made me feel like the only other person in the room

They barely notice when I am in the room

You showed me what it could be like

And I can never forgive you for it