Lovesick

It feels like one must experience romantic love in a silo 
Heartbreak permeates society- 
hands grip chests and pace paneled floors
more often than joy is chirped beneath willows with songbirds and
picnic baskets, 
warm hands and wet grass,
and pecks to cheeks and wooded trunks
in the hustle of a rushed afternoon city 

We’ve renamed attachment 
made it a pandemic- 
plagued all honeymooners to being sick in love
We mock teenagers passing notes under desks
and slow dancing elders beneath hotel lobby moons
We jeer at our partners for queuing rom coms,
at our open mic slam poets, our profuse in heart 
We call them lovesick, 
entitle them hopeless for being hopeful in love

I want to share love songs and poems 
Burst like a bubble- 
prance merrily like a fucking merry go round 
I want to sink like warm honey in a cup of tea, visibly 
float slowly into love 
Collect rose petals and pitted cherries
as I move through daily mundane routine

I want to admit defeat to daydream 
as I drift off between emails and meetings
If I am silly for preoccupation with another,
than I want to cash in on lovesick days 
take PTO to spend hours in embrace 
in log cabins on snow-capped mountains
while a fire blazes in backdrop 
to medicated need, dopamine
doc’s orders.