There must have been love.

she might have come into

the cafe you worked in

ordered espresso,

and sat there reading a book

some author you

had already read before

or maybe she drove by you

on a crowded street

and her car was just your

favourite shade of green

and you might

have almost walked in front

of her bumper

and when she got out to see

if you were alright

maybe then you asked

about her take on the weather,

the time of day,

anything really

Still, there must have been love.

 

and maybe you went on

a first date, held hands, and

made conversation,

talked about everything

and anything

movie recommendations,

and your favourite artists,

you tell her you have just started

painting, she smiles and says

she’d love to see some of your work

and you smile, thinking of

times you might have

crossed paths before

in the city

and perhaps you got a feeling,

like you just never wanted to

stop talking or sitting with her

so maybe you kissed her then

or just continued to hold her hand

in yours

Still, there must have been love.

 

then later on maybe

you might have told her

how her eyes reminded you of

the colour of new earth,

and that when she

laughed, the whole

world seemed to be a place

worth living in, for you

that when you were around her

you felt like yourself

and maybe that one

day you would settle down

that you wanted it to be

with her, because the way

she looked at you made you want

to never look away

Still, there must have been love.

 

and maybe much later,

when your daughter is born,

and the reality of family life dawns

when she supports you

in your art and lifestyle too

calls your work beautiful

says ‘its something only

you could do’

and you still cant seem to be able to

stop your mind racing,

feet pacing, outbursts start to

happen weekly

and go along with the screaming

and maybe she hurriedly asked you

once or twice for a reason

but you quickly walked away

without a conversation

so maybe the look in her

eyes started to change

she might glance away when you

were alone together,

or stay at work late

leaving you with your daughter

and maybe

when you finally walked out the door

maybe, she looks away then too

Still, there must have been love.

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