my experience with love

a haiku

————

I’ve known love before.

I remember the brush of

foreign lips on mine.

————

I recall the rush

of midnight driving and of

brief, stolen glances.

————

I can still feel it:

The gentle press of his cheek

resting on my head.

————

Unsaid promises.

Imagining our future

and wishing for it.

————

Only yesterday,

it seems, he was the man of

my small-minded dreams.

————

He was not a man.

He was just a boy, but I?

I’m not just a girl.

————

He didn’t get me.

Not then, at least. But I will

never regret him.

————

It was unforeseen

and thrilling, but it’s done now.

Yet there is still more.

————

But only for me.

There is nothing more for us.

I’ll move on. Alone.

————

And I have moved on

from him, but to nothing else.

I have no one else.

————

He is not the one,

now or ever. But I will

never regret him.

————

He taught me the depths

of love I deserve by not

loving me enough.

————

I am not yet done

with the lovely concept of

love. Oh, I’m not done.

————

I am still able

to love widely and deeply,

and I intend to.

————

I am still able

to be loved beyond measure,

and I intend to.

————

mp