‘In love with the idea’

She said I sounded remote
I shrugged it off
She said I was a mere spectator
I laughed it off
She said I was going to wander off
I flashed my ironic smile
And then not surprisingly
I did wander off


Looking back at the things anew
How true you were, my obsession
About my wandering off
So true were you about
My being only in love with the idea of love
And not in love with you...


Now I wonder that after these wandering offs
And just obsessions instead of love
Will I ever overcome,
Being in love with love?
The love that was inspired by you?