i should have taken it as sign
when you told me
you hated poetry
not because
i need you to like
everything i like
or i need you to appreciate
everything i appreciate
but because
when i told you
what it felt like for me
to write poetry
and to read poetry
the feeling of being
grounded and understood
all at once
the feeling of
having somewhere to escape to
and finding a home
you still told me
you hated poetry

I wrote a poem
of a poem
about a poem

I wrote you a poem
inspired by a poem
of another poem

you'll never read it

It's catching fire
the ashes are lost

I spent an hour
writing you a letter

where I wrote you a poem

you'll never speak of it

it's hidden in a drawer
sealed

catching fire

you'll never see it

To
you

From
Me

To all my fellow HP poets....one love... there's nothing more to be said

Why would I invite the reaper to the harvest?  I won't! Thus shall I remain immortal.

I apologize on behalf of all poets to all poets who feel they have been slighted by one or another poet's hand.  There is no hate, only love....one love...it's just that one and only one gets more love than the rest.... that's because her love is the best.

And the way she looks at me
makes me feel like
the happiest person alive
in the universe.