To the One I Found Solace in

I have never been a poet,

just a prose writer who pressed

enter in somewhat appropriate



And this will never be a poem,

but a confession that comes across

so much better read than



I know I’ve never been a poet,

but you make me feel

like I could be a work of



And I know I’ll never be a poem,

but a messy meter and sloppy stanza

filled with half thoughts and clouded



You were a muse,

my muse, and my aspiration

and you saw us in a way that  I could never see



You saw us whole,

not just pieces of something greater

but something to be proud of and something to



We are a poem,

a free verse entity

taking on a life of its



In you I have found a home.

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