Love is more than passion

Love is more than passion

The hot flush

Whenever you meet

The intake of breath

When you touch

The vacuum of absence.

It is a longing

That never fades

A need to hear

Her voice

Its echo

Dancing through every room

Even the choice

Of shirt you wear

The comfort you derive

From meaningless

Conversations

That never need

To go anywhere

But are as important

As shared laughter,

Friendly banter and knowing looks.

The belief you know

Just what she is about to say

Sometimes being wrong.

Even when you are right.

Not caring

Either way.

Even a disagreement

Brings you closer

And the space

She leaves

When she is not there

Is greater on the inside

Than you thought possible.

When the relative

Dimensions

Are taken into account

It is a Universe collapsed

And the black hole

It leaves behind

Will do nothing

But consume you.