Love comes before you know it has,
but it takes forever to leave.
Love lingers even after you make up your mind
to keep your solitary status.
Love holds on even after you no longer
meet or pass by him.
Love revisits even after your feelings have gone
He is just another pair of red Converse, I tell myself.
Gorgeous, but common.
But I have come to miss love's company,
the way love keeps my mind occupied.
And so the process starts all over again,
first with inviting love,
who just happens to live across the street.