To write a poem
Of such magnitude and importance
As to endear me to you
Forever
Is a life's endeavor
Even when I realize
That's what we have already
To you, there's no bad poem
That can be writ by my hand
Delivered to your heart
To me, no poem I could write
Is worthy of your attention
In truth, we meet
Somewhere in the middle
You, me, and these words
I give you a kiss on the cheek
Scuff my shoes on the floor
And ask how you're doing
Before getting back to what I do best
Missing you full time

Published on February 03, 2012 10:05