Writing You

Writing You

I cannot stop
writing about You.

You, whom I have
come to love like no other.

No matter how many times
I have tried to run from You—
I reach an ending and
You are there as a new beginning.

Now, that my physical being
can no longer move with the
swiftness of speed—
my mind attempts to empty any
thought of Your existence.
Then in the ‘nothingness,’
You are clearer than the light
shining on this once blank
page now littered with words.

Are my words ‘garbage?’
Oh yes, they are so easily
disposable because
they can never fully
write You.

Still, my pen drips with love
and words spill

I try again
and again
and again

to WRITE You.