The other day
I overheard
Someone ask
“Who would like poetry?”
And I thought
“Yeah, who would?”
As I stared at my phone
The screen lit up
With the countless words
Of the poems I wrote
Why do I like it?
I was never good with words
Yet I continued to type
And I spend my time
Making poems of her
And of life
And of friends
I suppose I like poetry
Because it’s the only way
I can get these words out.