I have written many poems
in myself
without words or
paper or
ink.
I have been
happy and
lost and
sad.
I have spent the afternoons trying to figure the clouds
and the nights waiting by candle light.
the poem will happen in you:
it will build and
climax
and the words will become
the page of
your
life.
I am the poem
the singular poem
and now I sit here in this apartment
by myself
my wife and children and family now long removed
typing
hitting keys
trying to make sense of this
and
becoming the
singular poem
of
my
life.
the rain comes
the days come
and all I have are these memories
as I stare out this window
as I stare into the future of my life
and you said I was a terrible person
deep in the darkness
but I always imagined myself surrounded by golden light
above it all
like the clouds
becoming
becoming
becoming
the dream
the better person for all of you
but I am the poem now
and I must move on.
