Poet

Writing you made me realize that I
had taken you and crumpled you like a piece of
paper so many times.
\Like a poem I had written badly, I threw you aside
Frustrated and angry
Why weren't the things in my heart the things that
were happening?
So much beauty in the love I had for you, my words
were just too clumsy to capture the meaning of you.
\Writing you,
I carefully pull the corners of my memories apart
And I see the words of us scribbled in my garbled hand,
tear-stained and naive
\And I spread you out, smoothing the wrinkles,
remembering every time I touched you. I reread the
words of what we were and bring my lips to you.