What if
you were
once told
upon asking 
that there
isn’t one 
for you 
but rather 
you are 
for others 
and that 
those who 
so wish 
and those 
who so
dream will 
find you
when their
heart finally 
says now
now yes
it’s him 

When I talk 
about you I
light up and 
when I hope 
for you it’s 
only the best 
and when I 
think of you 
I miss and 
long and when 
I love you 
I can’t imagine 
ever doing anything 
else but that 
with anyone else 
ever but you 

I never wrote 
a single thing 
about to for
you even though 
I had spent 
half of my 
life with you 
I think that 
this says far
more about me 
than ever you 
for you were 
and that’s all 
that you will
or should ever 
be for me 

It snowed 
last night 
and the 
city lights 
bounce off
and into 
my window 
creating a 
heavenly glow 
around you 
as if
you are 
other worldly 
which of
course I 
already know 
you are 

I want to write 
about you but the 
memories were placed in
the attic in a 
box and going there 
to find them is
just too much work 
maybe just this the 
thought of writing about 
you will be enough 
for I hardly think 
that you even do 
that much for me 
since you never did 
in the first place