Infatuation

I spend my days talking with you 

even when you're not there, 

I spend my days thinking of you 

and I don't think it's fair. 

You come to mind when I make

my plans for the next few days, 

but you also come to mind 

when I plan out our next May. 

You've changed my habits, 

you're part of my routine, 

I talk about you all the time,

you're even in my dreams. 

How can you ask me, then, 

if I think this could be love,

when it's still hard to breathe 

though my infatuation is gone. 

Mar Fresno