I wanted to write you a love poem.
But my brain spilled onto the page,
and my fame burnt out on the stage.
So, here I am. Instead attempting to re member feelings
I’ve never experienced.
So that you might witness the breadth of my soul.
The heart of the matter is…
I love you. I think.
But —
Seems to me these words are like feeble projections of a stark truth resting in us all. That being, that we are
Love.
So maybe,
The solution is
To fall back into ourselves.
