We met
words flew
by like
aeroplanes
silence drifted
through like
breezes
in an opened
window
touches happened
cautiously like
choosing
chocolates
now gone
I think
of you
whenever
I’m not thinking
of anything
else
We met
words flew
by like
aeroplanes
silence drifted
through like
breezes
in an opened
window
touches happened
cautiously like
choosing
chocolates
now gone
I think
of you
whenever
I’m not thinking
of anything
else
A poet
is only
a poet
when
he or she
writes
a poem
like
you’re only
alive
when
you breathe
or
a lover
when
you love
all the
poems
one writes
before
are of no
consequence
just like
all the prior
breaths
you’ve
breathed