Love Letter

I've lost count of how many times I've started this,
imagined these words
So I'll start with one.
Love.
Even after him, even after countless stories
I still can't really imagine two people
holding so much power in their hands
I still can't see clearly what it would look like
We hear the stories of love that broke
everything put in front of it and
we hear stories of love that was forgotten,
broken, or merely evanescent
After everything I've seen, everything I've heard,
I don't believe in great love.
I want to believe in it, so much so it hurts
on nights without stars, on days without
joy
But still, somehow, I won't dare believe.