An afterthought

Never thought,
i’d say this out loud,
but loving a stranger
comes easier,
than loving you
at all.

Cause all I had with you
was but a fleeting moment,
a short-lived,
burned out circuit
and I never thought
I would not yearn for it,
but her I am,
not in anger,
not with fondness,
but just me
wondering what love is
if it’s not open conflict
and a transition to something
more…
born
out of kindness
and with a smile,
where I could have frowned.

I did take that one step,
maybe not too far,
but definitely further
and I could never quite understand,
where I left you
by yourself,
but all I heard
was your own story,
sometime later,
apparently made up,
between you
and yourself,
and I never found out,
why you did it.



Here’s to love
and myself,
for I give it
without limits
and now I feel it
on my own,
for me alone,
because I have no reason
to not receive it,
when a stranger
could take it home.