Sometimes

love poems in a pandemic

sometimes

i think i love

her

but then i think

how can i

know?

i haven't seen

her in months

this time in

the world

isn't helpful

and then i hear

my brain

telling me:

be careful

with that big

heart of yours

don't fall so fast

don't break it again

not after you

spent so much

time

fixing it

and so, 

my mind isn't

helpful either

finally then i think

are you

imagining things?

don't kid

yourself

but then i remember

that i care 

about her

beyond all rational

and if i could

hold her

in my arms

for a million

years

or make her

smile

for as long

as i know

her

i would.

sometimes

i think i love her

her

sometimes

maybe i know

i do

Author's Note

I actually wrote this like 3 months ago so go figure