Jukebox
How many times have you been in love?
He asked
The two of us answering
Far deeper questions
than custom suggests
I looked at him across the table
across the broken avocado toast and
Balled up napkins
“There are so many kinds of love,”I said
The corners of my mouth
Turning upwards
There’s puppy love
Young love
The kind of love that
strips you from what you need love
There’s head over heels love and codependent love and
square-peg-round-hole love
There’s love that teaches you how to love yourself love
There’s hot tears love and
Ill-advised love and
poorly timed love and
Hurtle yourself all-in love
I disclosed with a smile that it
takes me about 30 minutes to
fall in love
For I, I fall in love with
Idiosyncrasies and signature phrases and inside jokes and
People’s stories and
Our story
I’ve been lucky in life
even if not always lucky in Love
but every time I brush against
a new soul, I get a little hooked
In a way That won’t be
Can’t be
Replicated
So, How many times haveI been in love?
To that question I’ not sureIt can be measured in numbers
But I do know
That there’s another kind of love
I haven’t yet stumbled on
But there’s a little booth
In my heart right next to a jukebox
With that kind of love written
all over it
and in the meantime
I’ll happily wait
Hearing the songs that
Remind me of all the loves
I’ve known before
Until the door jingles open
And a new song
Our song
Plays
And while I won’t know the words
My heart, My heart will know the tune
Right away