By Veronica Rosario Alvarado

Look at me. Tell me-

Love-it’s all I want to hear.

Louder than distance,

Love

What I thought I felt before we met.

What I wanted you to feel.

Was it all a lie?

Was it all in my head?

Maybe

Maybe it wasn’t love.

Maybe I only wished it was.

Maybe it was

Love

Maybe, it was

Expectation.