I have yet to write a poem
about you.
Most poems
or my poems
are about things I can't say
or shouldn't say
or won't say
or can only say at
this precise moment
when the light slants like that
or a glance from a stranger
driving past hits
the space between my
arm and shoulder
the weak point in my armor
and near breaks my heart.
But you
I tell you everything
and you are always here
except now
which is why I
finally write you this
poem.
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