Love

Don’t give it a name and don’t
make me any promises.
Just be there
when you can,
And I will hear
when you call.

There might be music
in the air, or in your heart
But that is as it should be,
regardless.

Perhaps you will smile
at a passing flower
or a memory.

Perhaps I will hum
at the bus-stop.

It’s nothing.
Really.

And if I should say
"I love you"
In a moment when I am
carried away,
Chalk it up to
ecstasy.



(First posted on anothersubcontinent.com.)