I’ll always love those I’ve loved
Even if I cross the street to avoid them.

But a note to self,
Make sure the words “I love you”
aren’t him saying “I own you”
Make sure the hand on you,
isn’t claiming a prize.

I sometimes wonder how
Much I exist
In other people’s minds.

I want to love
so deeply
That we still stroke each other’s faces
When we are old.

I wonder if my grandparents hold each other
And whisper words of love
Or if too many years
Have hardened their hearts
And left the other as an enemy?