though i know love is not about possession
i still long for you.
how did this happen, when did i fall for you
yet it does not feel like a mistake
though i’ll only be chasing imaginings of you,
the shadow, the echo, the sighs that linger-
i have become so much of you,
i find myself in your eyes over and over;
though love is not about possession
why does my heart still ache in places
in your long absence.
when did i fall for you.