I Am Not In Love

So, I am building a home
I am cementing love in the floorboards
I am hanging it on the walls
I am setting it gently on my dresser.

I am wishing love to find me soon,
but not until I’m ready.
I am begging it to wait until I’m ready.

I am not in love, so I spend my days in the garden
I take the fresh herbs
and I make the most delicious meal
where I eat it off a ceramic plate
and store the leftovers in a glass container.

I am not rushing to the end of things.
I am replaying memories because
what else am I supposed to do?
I am giving things up and not calling
them a tragedy.

I am hoping love comes back to me
but not until I’m ready.
I am finding a way back to myself,
learning how to live again.

Sabrina Herrmann is an emerging writer who just completed an independent study at Gotham Writers Workshop in New York City. She graduated from New York University with a BS in Business and is applying to MA programs to study English Literature. Her work has been featured in Wingless Dreamer, Poets’ Choice, The Closed Eye Open, Cathexis Northwest Press, The Write Launch, and Beyond Words Literary Magazine.

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2 Responses to I Am Not In Love

  1. thepensmight says:

    This speaks volumes in simple words. Well done.

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