"You can't understand"

Your mother told you when you asked her what love looked like,

"You can't understand what you've not felt for yourself."

She continued,


"It is your lover's smile,

the way it arches upwards regally

like the gods were extra careful in creating him.

It is in the lonely nights,

the tossing and turning on an empty bed

waiting for him to come home.

It is in the heart pounding butterfly feels of the early days

and the quiet peaceful contentment of the latter days.

But mostly,"


she concluded,



it is in the staying

through thick and thin;

the staying."


She smiled then,

showing you her perfect dentition

save for a missing tooth

your father kicked out of her mouth

last weekend.