What is love?

This is the third time
trying to execute this poem
and that’s what love does
to someone like me

It’s impossible to explain
it could be a call home
it could be a feeling
it could be feeding your cat

The beauty of love
is that we don’t know what it is

We never know when to expect it
or in what direction it will come from
It keeps us on our toes

It’s also gutwrenching
turning your stomach into a knot
that’s tied too tightly
unable to be released

It also gives you life
in the search for that feeling
again

I long for it