I remember watching you cook A dance among pots and things. Aromas and flavors blended With smoky, burnt oven remains. Oh your vocabulary during those moments Colorful, extreme, piercing. I remember smiling and not grasping The second I realized I loved you. All of your quirks and flagrant vowels. Imperfections that make you perfect.
What is love When you walk away? Did you care? Ever? Was it something fleeting Emotional squall? I loved you. I still do. Come back.
Such is the moment. When you realized. Love. The instant you knew. It was more thank a flicker. A flutter. But love. Pure. Unmistakable. Simply put. Love.