Love
is just a word,
stencilled onto a path —
a floating message
in a concrete universe.
You might not see it change,
though you pass by every day
knowing it’s still there.
Love speaks too softly to your sole —
its quiet voice of being.
You wonder if it will just disappear
one day, in the rain,
or you’ll remember the word too late.
Words are love and love is just a word.