Old poem

fear is something i didn’t think myself to have

maybe it was grief 

maybe it was just something missing

but i learnt that i fear not knowing what it is 

seldom i heard of love

is it this beating heart that i wish to echo

may it have been love i felt

but my loving heart would hate such a thing

when i stared was it love

or my eye’s hunger 

when i spoke was it love

or an attempt to keep attention 

when i cared was it love 

or my heart fearful,

grieving