I have forgotten what it’s like to be in love.
The absolutely engaging, maddening, comforting kind where you’re –
Besotted with someone, their habits, their choice of music and their idiosyncrasies,
Reading more about their favourite musician or going along with their book recommendation,
Talking about the sun, moon, stars, the transit of Venus, the melting polar ice caps, the fascists,
Disagreeing with them on unsubstantial matters that bear no pertinence in the world outside the both of you,
Disagreeing with them on substantial matters that bear pertinence in the world outside and within the both of you.
I have forgotten what it’s like to be in love,
The absolutely engaging, maddening, comforting kind,
But poems are a great reminder.