WHEN I SPEAK OF LOVE… BY SHREYA PRADEEP

the day I write about love,
I have not a person in mind,
instead I speak of the emotion,
the memories that I can find
embodying the emotion
the happiness, the gratitude,
the laughter, the tears,
the yearning within the neighborhood,
itching to go back
and relive those glory days,
in a hundred different lifetimes,
in a million different ways,
but within the multiverse,
one thing remains unchanged,
the people, the emotion, 

the love: it remains the same.