What is this ?

 

What is this that when I awake your taste is still on my lips?

 

What is this that when I see random people on the street, on television, where ever, they seem; if only for a moment, to have your face. The memories of time spent with you begin to replay in my mind at random times for no reason at all.

 

What is this that I can not sleep if your soul is not near mine; the heat of your flesh not touching mine?

 

What is this that when I hear songs I’ve heard thousands of times before some how they sound new. The high notes a bit higher and I swear the chorus is new.

 

What is this that when we talk time seems to speed up and go way too fast and at the same time it slows down, almost standing still?

 

What is this thing that I can not explain, this new feeling, these new places and emotions?

 

Could this be what they call love?

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2009