I never title before I write
I start with a slow breath
And the soft clicking of the keys begins
Not knowing what I am about to say
Before my fingers compose my heart
My soul opening like a wound that never heals
Cut open again and again
The title finding me only after I have bled my feelings
Decloaking my fears,
Naked with scars and salty trails
of old tears still on my soft skin
It usually begins with you, my sweet
There is a part of me that I cannot quiet
Growing louder as ink appears on paper
Always about my broken heart
Waiting for you to heal it
Wishing for a chance to kiss you
I write about how I miss you,
How I need you to hold me with certainty,
I’m lonely for your affection
I know you see me
Your gaze finding me in quiet moments
I feel my laughter touch you
And yet I wait, in longing,
With the promise of love if you would just reach for me
Waiting for you to whisper in my ear
Your words finding me in my darkest moments
Pulling my lips across my teeth
I smile for you as you beckon my heart
Seeing my soul reflected in your warm eyes
And the title shall be
“You Gave Me My Calm”
It shall be,
“You Found Me”
Poetry on Paper 