how to love

When I was young, I loved everyone in the room

arms wrapped around boney shoulders
fingers tangled in soft ponytails

My heart was so full it poured out my eyes.

You saw it flowing down my cheeks
and you asked for it
all
and I gave it to you.

you said: This is how you love.

That room went dim when all I could see was you
— so dim I didn’t see you leave

This is how I love.