Not All Love Poems Cry

Not all love poems cry.
Some just sit beside you quietly,
like your hand on my knee
on a drive with no destination.

Some love poems don’t even rhyme.
They show up as
a half-burnt toast you still ate,
or the way you remember
I hate coriander but love mint.

Some days,
love isn’t loud.
It’s a text that says “reach home?”
or you pulling the blanket
to cover the part of me I forgot.

Not all love poems are written
after heartbreak.
Some happen
while brushing teeth side by side,
laughing with foam in our mouths,
and knowing we’ll be late but together.

I guess what I’m trying to say is
you’re my favorite poem,
the kind that doesn’t cry,
just… stays.

Reviews

[petec3638]

I like the last
A poem which is just there to read > and keep by your side

[Neha agrawal]

I’m so glad that resonated with you.