Love Again

I am sick with something I suspect is love

My heart swells, my chest aches

Perhaps it is something I ate

Or didn't eat enough 

Perhaps a face I contemplated much too long

Maybe a sappy song I heard in passing 

I'm in search of a cure, a long-winded metaphor to explain it away

But this illness is lasting

Spending my summer days bedridden

Everyday I give a little bit of my heart away, not that he ever knew it.. 

A smile unbidden, a thought unhidden. 

It’s funny, how love can feel like death

And funnier, that it is a happy end.