Is Love Looking For Us? Poem by MIRAK Montiel

Is Love Looking for Us?

An empty bed,
glowing screens and long-distance calls
—my lifeline to something
that feels like closeness.

Lately, everything feels like an excuse
just to not feel alone.

The silence at night is loud.
Distance stretches longer than the miles—
it's in the choices I haven't made,
the roads I lie awake and imagine.

You're not looking for love.
Neither am I.
But sometimes I wonder—
is love looking for us?

I've written it so many times:
"Love is hard to find."
But maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe I'm blind.
Maybe it's sitting at the edge of this bed
while I chase ghosts in the dark.

So many things come out
when I lie in this quiet.
So many words spilled
in the echo of lonely nights.