Materialists

when did love become something, instead of someone Love is like a bug.  When we were growing up, we felt love from our parents, siblings, and family members. There was an eternal bond that kept us strapped to their side. Reaching for moms arms asking for a hug; tugging on dads pants to see him shave; trampling all over brothers LEGO sets.  As we get older that bond starts to waver. Friends become the priority. “Who’s cool and what’s in” are the golden questions. Instead of hugs and kisses, we ask mom for money to go down to the arcade to hang with friends.  Then adulthood. Wow time has flown. I gotta remember those reposts that are due Friday. Oh and brother’s wedding rehersal dinner is tomorrow. Gotta get him a gift, pick up the dogs…. The bug. Once small and tiny, asking only for love, it has mutated to become something hideous. Taking form, it is unrecognizable all while burrowing one question into your head: Hugs turned to pairs of earrings. Kisses turned to new car keys. A cuddle by the fireplace to papers saying “I don’t want you anymore”  Love is numbers. Love is math. Height, weight, gender are all factors in the giant equation.  Oh to feel that joy again, to run in those fields of daisies where nothing else mattered but true unaltered love