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.
© 2019 Ashley