Love is a rabbit hole you fall into
into a world of its own.
Sometimes of your own
A world with a sky of its own
with physics of its own
where things have a sense of their own,
which makes perfect sense.
While the loved one may well be above
walking on the face of the earth
stooping to see what you’re doing down there and gasping confounded.
It’s the confoundedness that hurts like hell.
The instant when you see him craning his neck into the rabbit hole
where you plunged in at first
and when the world splits