Seeing You Again

Sometimes, I think about what I believed love would be.

Something that made you feel like the color red and as light as a butterfly.

A feeling like fireworks in the sky or static in the air.

Love was held up on a pedestal in the movies.

Something the protagonist craved in life.

Because love was the feeling of red and static in the air.

But the feeling of love is subjective.

I love my family different than I love my work.

And I love my work different than I love my life.

However, the love I feel is different for all, but runs deep in my heart.

You are my favorite love of all.

Because seeing you again and again,

I feel like the static in the air and like fireworks in the sky.

You make me feel like the color red and as light as a butterfly.

A.M.A.