Poetry is all for You
The only thing I can do for you
is write this poem, and that poem,
and this poem.
The only way I can talk to you
is through this paper, these letters,
these words.
Distances and circumstances divide us,
misunderstanding and fear ..... the walls
that prevent us
from finding each other and what might be.
The days are long
and the nights longer
in
empty sleep.
I tear your memory from my mind
and stop reliving minutes in time
that pretend there is promise in something
yet to be.
I return to the only thing I can really do for you
and write this poem, and that poem,
and this poem.
