To Love

Are you still there, somewhere,
In the memory stained loops of my mind?

You existed like those lines of poetry

That never reached the tip of my pen.

The ones that I indulgently let lose their way in a muddled conscience.

But the awareness was there

Of you, being. 

You were there with the familiarity

Of that corner in the canteen

Or of scribbled names on a tree trunk.

You were.

You my only fairytale,

You did not know how to retort when awfully ignored.

At night I fondled you, hugged you, and you hugged me back to sleep.

You did not happen to me like the flash of a lightning.

You did not abandon me like the human did.

You hung in there.

Now, I cannot tell.