Being in love feels good. I had forgotten.
Forgotten that heart contracting, flashing lights thrill. And yet pronouncing proves hard, application of words, trite. Might, I jinx it?
I had barely recalled these sensations, scorned
all sentimentality and now know not why.
What had hardened
possibilities? Now grabbing pleasure, this privilege once again, I clasp tight. Love trumps apathy.
All is well, healed, new.