Love

i’ve never understood those people
that say they’ve never been in love
because i fell in love with love young,
i loved to watch the couples in the park,
the teenagers who would hold hands and giggle with each other,
and the parents who would play with their children,
love for their family spilling out of them,
i loved love,
it poured out of me
it consumed me
love was who i was
i had so much of it,
i loved everything.
i loved the way my mother would sing me to sleep,
i loved the grass
and the sky
and the way the sun beamed down onto my curls
the way it felt on my skin,
but when the sun went down and the stars illuminated the blackness of space
i gave some of my “i love you”’s to each star
and i looked at the moon
on the nights that i didn’t know where my father was,
and i wondered
if he was looking at the moon too,
because then,
wherever he was,
we were looking at the same sky
with the same moon
and the same stars
and i gave my i love yous to the sky
in hopes that they would find him
and remind him to come home
i found comfort in the fact that no matter where he was
we were under the same sky,
the same blanket of never ending darkness,
covering us both.