Right not wrong

What if I am wrong?
Overthinking while I lay.
No matter how wrong it looks.
I still want it to stay.

'It' here can't be justified,
The person or the emotion.
But permanence is all I desire.
Call it corrupt for a notion.

I never could feel,
Love or whatever they call.
Yet the touch crushed my heart,
Like the leaves from the fall.

Maybe I am wrong,
Maybe I felt too deep.
But on days when I don't talk,
It gets difficult for me to sleep.

I know it isn't right.
And eccentric it might feel.
His presence is important,
His words helped me heal.
©madhumita_bhowmick