Questionnaire

Far way she winked at me,

When I made my way,

She made her way away,

Is this love,

She held her hands out,

When I tried clasping,

She held them away with a grin,

Is this love,

Those miscellaneous letters,

By my door with her name,

She was puzzled when I shoved them at her,

Is this love,

When she gazed at me,

With a cup of coffee,

I tried wishing her a great morning,

But she turned away losing color,

Is this love,

There might be a plethora of things,

To wonder and ponder,

What ponders me,

Is to know whether this is love,

Lying awake all night,

Looking at those inexistent stars,

On my room's ceiling,

Fantasizing the exchange of expressions,

With my bowl filled with succulent juices,

I sit there by the dining table,

Staring at the blank mobile screen,

Waiting for those empty messages,

Is this love,

Or maybe a product of my imagination,

Still I look at her,

Trying to understand love.