AMBER MCMILLAN

This Is a Love Poem

Over there is a burning house. Inside 
is a burning woman or just the idea of one.
At some point you have to ask what’s 
the difference; at some point you have to 
admit you’re wrong, have been wrong.

I used to be a mountain and I used to 
be a storm. One was alive and the other
always seemed to come from nowhere,
and those were the hours of my life. 

I want you to know you’re the one, to
sing you a song and be a mountain again.
For you I would, so why not say so. Listen: 
whatever I did before, it wasn’t love.