Thursday, December 6, 2018

The Poem I Didn’t Want to Write

The first time 
I met you, 
tall 
dark 
perfect, 
I knew 
the gleam 
in your eyes 
would one day 
remind me of 
every starry sky 
I would ever see.  
You held 
my hand 
in your own, 
and my heart 
started skipping- 
your joy 
has always been 
contagious. 

The day 
I realized 
I loved you, 
you handed me 
my jacket, 
saved it 
from being forgotten 
in an auditorium 
littered with dust 
and empty water bottles. 
You held 
the door for me, 
and I held 
my breath 
as you 
cocooned secrets 
in the front seat 
of the school bus. 


The day 
I said 
goodbye to you, 
sent you 
to your new 
adventure 
too far for me 
to follow- 
I knew 
I would ache 
with your absence 
the way 
the wounded 
believe their leg 
might someday 
heal, 
might bear weight, 
might someday 
run once more. 

This is to say, 
my dearest darling,
the joy
the trust
the hope 
the love 
that has painted you 
irreplaceable 
has changed me- 
has changed 
the world.

I love you.

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