My Attempt to Talk About Love

My Attempt to Talk About Love
by Gabe Redel


There is pride in love.
Deepness is love.
We are in it,
down underneath a thick barrier of darkness
that covers us, blinds us
and, yet, there is a strong light that surrounds us.
It surrounds us so tightly that we can’t even see ourselves.
We see nothing but the light,
nothing but love.

In love, there is nothing else.
Cities are moved.
Skies and earth are secondary.
The life we once had known
may as well have never existed.

Love is so deep and dark
it destroys sanity.
When it threatens to leave us
we think about nothing but the darkness
that will be left over our heads
trapping us, perhaps, forever.

Two weeks of love
could leave us with
three months of sobbing.

Nothing is like love.
Thoughts about it have no logic.
Only events and times and places
are able to describe the life that it lives.

When I think about it
my mind has no grounds.
My thoughts are about women first
and then they zig-zag to actions that I took
to prove that I too can love hard and be left empty-handed.
Soon my thoughts find hope
in that I have lived a loving life
and love will once again find me,
but my thoughts never land on one spot.
I can never isolate what I believe is the result of love.
I can never decide if I had loved or had I done it for me?

Love throws me around.
It can abuse me.
It has pushed me down roads of life
that have broken my bones
and sent me to live without a home.
It had me make decisions that I think about every day since,
that I battle with,
that I loath,
that I believe was the best choice I could have made.