Love is kind of like that thing I once tried to learn about in physics
in the way that it can not be destroyed
only transformed or transferred
between people and states
moving from person to person
shifting from platonic to romantic
even going in reverse sometimes
you see I once wrapped my arms around love
late in the night and let its breath even out next to me
but love transformed into something I couldn’t recognize
now I no longer wrap my arms around love at night
but I do wave to it in the hallway
sometimes love is better greeted in the form of a handshake
than it is in a hug
I once did the hardest thing you can do to love
to attempt to tell it goodbye
to destroy it
how lucky we are that love sticks around
even when we tell it not to
It transforms
hides in the crevices of someone new and
waits for us to find it