Love is...

Loving is not me exactly thinking about how you trail my spine. Loving is not me recalling the lines in your hands. Loving is not me wanting to stretch the days into seconds. Loving is not me saying your name out loud. Loving should be all, except those things.

So I take love with me, through all the phases of forgetting. I take it with me, always. And God only knows how much I wanted to discard it. How I wanted to leave it. How I wanted it to end. When I'd only think of it as bringing you back.

And you're far away. And I can't be with you anymore.