Perhaps Love Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

Perhaps love is that reason I cannot finish reading this sentence without staring at the clock more than twice.

All this work but how I can keep calm? When I have not seen you in a dozen days.

Tonight you are coming over to watch television.

Perhaps love is that energy taking me to the shower a few minutes before you arrive, so I can be as clean as this room I cleaned again and again especially for you.

Perhaps love is the reason I am combing my hair at eight o'clock on a Sunday night.

While checking my phone on the other hand to see if you have arrived.

Perhaps love is the fire in my feet as I rush to the front of Lagunita.

Is love that feeling of butterflies ascending up my tummy as you turn around and give me that smile?

Perhaps love is that feeling of pretend annoyance when you tease me about not liking the beautiful Lag outdoor spaces.

The brief moment we pause and stare over at the field?

Perhaps love is that excitement when I get to hear all I have missed in your life these past few days.

The joy of your smile and the sound of your voice.

Perhaps love is that indifference when you propose a different thing to watch.

Because it does not really matter as long as you are here.

Perhaps love is moving to sit besides you while watching 'Southside with You' with you.

Is love these stolen side glances, to catch your reactions?

Perhaps love is the insight of the brief discussions we have have during the movie.

Or those moments we have the same thought.

Perhaps love is that reason I want to bike with you when you have to go.

Of course for your safety, but especially because I don't want to say goodnight yet.

Perhaps love is the reason I am happy you drank water out of my limited edition mug.

Perhaps love is the reason I am writing this.

Is love the reason I like you increasingly so much?