Love again.

It hurts. It hurts to let the wind ruffle my hair and the wind singsong your voice into my ear. It hurts to sit by you at a coffee-store or a bar, perhaps and chatter. This way and that. It hurts to look into your eyes, it hurts to look at you. It hurts to linger over a text-message and even a picture. It hurts to carry you in my head, my heart everywhere I go. It hurts to know you're watching me. Intently. It hurts to criss-cross my legs while gently, ephemerally caressing yours. It hurts to allow the night to carry our love. Some days, into tomorrow. It hurts to smile at all the lovely people in your life and know I may never see them again. It hurts to slide up into your car and watch the un-happy through the glass window, conceited, like we are in a happy space. It hurts to peck you a gentle kiss...sometimes, even, to say goodnight. It hurts to see you smile, will I be able to do that again? It hurts to let the city lights set, while we are still walking. Hand in hand, like lovers lost. It hurts to dream, doodle your name, doll-up for you. It hurts to let a song remind me of you. A line speak of you. A moment remind me of you. A t-shirt smell of you. It hurts. It hurts, to love again.