a kind of forgetting

all day, all of this day spent in love. i don't remember if i've ever known such a thing. in fact, i know i haven't. but she was with me all day, literally, physically, and i didn't and don't want it to stop, and it's strange to look outside and realize a whole day has passed, a whole day, and how funny it is that's it's just felt like minutes, i'm telling you, minutes, and i wonder why that is, and why i still can't get enough, and how it isn't like that obsessive kind of love, it doesn't feel like that, because if it did i wouldn't be eating, i'd be losing weight, disappearing, sallow or jaundiced with swollen glands, that kind of not eating, and we ate today, several meals, full ones, we ate and ate well, so it isn't obsession, can't be, even though i'm still hungry, thirsty, aching, even though i am all these things, it feels like the right kind of hunger and thirst and ache, for some reason, a whole day passing and still, it feels right, and i am relieved because i didn't know love could be like this, wanted to believe it but couldn't, and yet, and yet, it's here, the right kind of hunger and thirst and ache. it's here.