Love has to come from the heart
So where I’ve felt loved is from moments
and places that love has touched.
Old bedrooms in old houses,
old schoolrooms and the places
that bring about nostalgia.
Like a house hidden behind
vetch and tall grass,
and the birds on the wire.
The heart of love is from kindness
remorse and caring.
It should tell you that everything’s okay.
And where and when that happens is important.
Lying in a bed with your wife at 2 a.m.,
and listening to the sounds of crickets.
A train howls in the night,
and my mother’s light kiss on my forehead
to wish me goodnight.
These are all the places,
the feelings,
the love.