I write to memorise you in my handwritten notes,
rhyming with the sentiment of love.
With the seas and the river, I sit and wonder,
would you be willing to stand like mountains behind me?
I write to bring back you, from the tales
I had to stop jotting down to free myself,
From the baggage, I dealt with.
Inked in the pages, felt I was bleeding,
couldn’t complete my poetry, to be with you
I was sacrificing the dream I wanted to become.
Now I write to be with you and it’s a remedy,
to have you in the clouds above me.