The thing, the thing about love

It never really goes away.
You don’t know the why, the when or how, it came.
A decade, two, or more, and it stays.
Born but in a moment, to eternity claim,
The thing, the thing about love is,
It never really goes away.

A childhood dream, the first BFF,
A song that captured your heart.
Your first crush, thumpity, thumpity thump.
The devastation that follows heartbreak.
The thing, the thing about love is,
It never really goes away.

It comes in so many forms,
A friend, a hookup, a pet, a tale.
But you know, in the moment, that is love.
Pets die, friends change, life goes on.
But the thing, the thing about love is,
It never really goes away.

It changes form, to hurt, to hate.
It changes you, from bested fool
To skeptic, to heathen state.
From switchblade to salve, whatever it’s tool,
The thing, the thing about love….