is it love
if i can not breathe
or think or feel
without knowing he exists?
is it love
if i can not remember
the last time i felt human
without him being in the memory?
is it love
if i can not imagine
living if his presence
takes no place in my life?
is it love
if i sit outside his home
in a parked car with my binoculars
and camera, watching his every move?