Love On A Different Caliber
I think I loved you.
I think I still love you.
Not in the way I loved her.
It’s indescribable.
Not able to fit in any box.
It’s different.
Heavier.
Deeper.
But it’s real.
Heavier than platonic.
Lighter than romantic.
Yet it still holds weight.
Though I could never name it.
Couldn’t even place it.
I felt it.
I knew your place was different.
I loved you.
I still love you.
I’ll always love you.
It’s a soul kind of love.
Like a keepsake
Reminding me of home.
Like a souvenir to a tribe,
To a place I know will always be home.
Never found a name for it.
Never managed to fit it in a box.
Only knew what it felt like:
Familiar but not quite so.
Love, but on a different caliber.
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