The Thing

It's another love poem. Are you surprised? Are you disappointed? Also when I say 'him' just know I'm talking about Matthew because when isn't that happening hahah I try so hard

I tried to make a list once

About everything that reminded me of love

And in my efforts

I put a single thing on that list.

Laughing with someone and feeling, just a moment, purely content, before dissolving into laughter

That was the thing. That was love.

I stored the list away

And forgot about it

Creating my own definition of love

Not remembering the thing

Suddenly it's January and I'm doing a 7th grader's math homework

Sitting on the auditorium stairs

A step below him

Exchanging stories in hushed voices

Except it's me, pencil in hand

Gazing up at him telling his story

Completely and utterly enraptured

And yes, the story's interesting too

"And she docked me, like, twenty points-"

And by this point your hand is over your face and you're trying to hard to keep quiet

I have to laugh, and I do

And for a brief moment I open my eyes and I see you 

Laughing

And the realization strikes

Here on the stairs

Algebra in my lap

Pencil in my hand

Shaking with laughter

Watching you cracking up

This is the thing.

Reviews

[Mercer]

I share this viewpoint, and meaning of love. I feel people have gone more towards the physical aspects of attraction, moving away from the beauty of the mind.

[sette]

yes i can see you are a romantic at heart. nice writing