layer of love

when

the missing, the longing,

and the love for one person

is healed by another,

one layer seamlessly 
blending into the next

or

when
holding hands with someone

you blush at the thought

of someone else,
the layers 
grating against each other

or

when
you blow half a promise

to several people

the sum of all layers

still not making a whole.


you begin to wonder

when it was 
that love started

being laid out in layers,

like the slices of apples on a plate,

one overlapping the next,

instead of being 

one whole cube

meant for a single person...

 

maybe it was always so

love always came in layers

in order of lovers' appearance in life,

maybe it was always so

love always came in layers,

the layers different for every lover,

and it was only the storytellers

who were obsessed with romeos and juliets