Happy Valentine's Day

I've wanted to write this poem for the last few days But I keep losing the lines. Things get erased. Concepts never clearly articulated Or realized. All that remains are Just fragments, like: "Maneuverable Joy." "I see the love between the hate." And: "Is this how you treat the people you love?" Is this how we treat the people we love? You see? I never lost the poem. It only now appears in the present. Just as the nature of love does.