Simple love

When I was born and my mama held me
I clenched my fist, and looked at her face, something twirled in me.
And I didn’t know what that feeling was.

When I grew up in my imaginative world
And fought wars in my head and created magical playgrounds
As my friend fell wounded onto the ground, something twirled inside of me.
And I didn’t know what that feeling was.

When I was 18, He said he loved me
And he kissed my cheek and bought me flowers I did not like
And when he said his goodbyes long after, something twirled inside of me
And I didn’t know what that feeling was.

Now I am 25. And there’s no one beside me.
I work in a real world, plain and dark; alone and complicated.
People ask me if I’ve ever experienced ‘love’.
They say its complicated. Convoluted. Chaotic and unexplained.
And something that twirls inside me says I don’t know how long for that feeling was.