If I see you you would render me helpless
and staggeringly nervous
for you are so unapologetically you.
I would write you in cursive letters
A depiction of a beautiful soul.
I would scratch your name in ink
and found myself on a trail
that leads to somewhere
I would paint a picture of you
in my memory
and found myself journeying along a coast
And I would look beyond that coast
to see a fiery sky adorned with
clouds. and birds. and rays from a setting sun. and ineffably,
I would carve you in my letters
or attempt to.
If I see your blotted letter
or your blurred photographs
or your unwashed sneaker
or your bruised ankle,
I would portray you even
if you got sadder, then I will be sadder. and that’s okay.
If I see a cigarette between your fingers and coffee as black as night
within your grasp,
I would be the caffeine
I would be honored,
cause I would keep you up during lonely nights. while you tug your hair in frustration
or rub your eyes
or bathe in insomnia.
If I see you crying
or writing and trying and dancing and failing
I would write about you
and nothing else could be more wonderful.
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