notes on love

how do i say love is nothing much, really?

for a question that happens to baffle so many
how do i even begin to tell you what love is?
how do i say it's nothing much, really?
when all i know to hope for is this;
may they never become transient travelers in your life
may they remain as long as they promised;
for the "long haul" as they say it. 
may they remember birthdays
and christmases
and new years
and think it's forever empty
without you in them.
may they store mental notes of who you are 
whether the big or small details
of your laugh lines
and that stubborn little wrinkle on your forehead that creases
each time you think
and laugh
oh and laugh they should,
they too shall smile at the mere thought of you.
let them ask you if you've gotten safely to the airport;
whether you've landed safe and sound.
how was your day? they'd ask
was your meal warm and good?
i found a little corner in the city i know you'd love
let's visit this someday, i already know a spot.
let them 
let them love you 
while you take away your own reservations.
may they figure it out with you as you go
holding no judgment when you want to retreat back to your soul.
may they remain restless at your absence
and find no reason at all to carve any sorrow. 
you see, when i say it's nothing much, really
i say this
just bundles of little somethings
that make up the big things
and that's how you know.
that's how you know.