She hasn't written anything
That wasn't about him
Each heartbeat
Is a pen stroke
That writes
And wishes
For his name
He exists
As the hero of her story
The subject of her poems
And she wrote about him
So often
There are more pages she spent
Missing him
Than the words she ever used
To let him know
YOU ARE READING
Us And Other Almosts
Poetry"We were a story half-finished, hanging by fragile threads of what-ifs, told through the poetry and tragedy of almosts."
