The Question Poem by Ben Partenay

what is love, love
is a long night
you pacing madly
in my mind, I

have felt it, but
I have felt it carefully
held it gently
with gloved hands, this

question, I have
answered by losing
it, letting it softly
walk away, and

I have seen more
questions than stars
in the mad broke eyes
of grandfather, let

it go, pass by
the guitar man on
the corner, a mother
smiles at me, she

has already forgotten
me

will you?