Is it Love?

“is it love?”

your mother asks you

as you dance around the kitchen

beaming as bright as the moon

“or is it just to have someone?”

your mother asks you

as you cry to him over the phone

hiding away in your room

in a few months,

he’ll be gone

he'll be so far away

in a few months,

you'll still be here

alone and insecure

the years will pass by slowly

each one harder than the last

patience wearing thin

every minute of every day

you'll spend missing him

with every fiber of your being

and once those years are over

and nothing is left standing in your way

you'll follow him across the world

“is it love?”

your mother asks you