Love Poem no. 3

"love if anything is fleeting.."

Love Poem no. 3

by Bittergrace

What shall I call you?
I wouldn’t know.

We are neither who we were
Nor who we were supposed to be
Our lives have stretched out
In different paths,
Sometimes even parallel
Except–
When it brings me back to you.

Never mind.

Love, if anything, is fleeting
It comes like a storm
And one stands in its eye
Unknowing, unflinching, unable
To refuse it.
Neither were we ready
Nor spared for its force
It brought us together
And ripped us further apart
Than we already were.

You know,
I don’t even know
Your favorite color.
I never asked.