Solid Ground

I.
I was in love once.
Kind of.

It was more of a movie love, you know?
My heart raced whenever I sat next to him.
I thought our characteristics equated mate puzzle pieces.

But I really knew because my heart broke when he went away.

And then, I realized,
There was no lasting power,
And no mutual agreement.

Making my "love" anything but.

Leaving me to match phrases in books to something...
that may not have even mattered.

II.
Something real, something tangible.
As worthwhile as sand trickling and lodging on the webs of my fingers.
Romantically, our eyes meet lovingly.

But I really know we're more of a giggling sort.
And that didn't really happen.

Scratch that, start again.
I want a few years back to build a wall.
Of bricks.

This is what I think real is,
But maybe I should plant a tree.