i stare at the table
and your pen is sitting there
too far away for me to touch
but too close for me to forget
yet i have no desire to touch it
nor any desire to neglect
because as long as they’re your words and your pen
it will forever make a mark
it’ll mark my hand
my pen and my wrist
and my writing reflects your eyes
your heart and your soul
you are so beautiful,
i think as i stare at your pen
from the letters you write
to the prose you scribble
and it crosses my mind
that i want the words you write,
to be about me,
like mine are about you
but i know you would not
for you are not in love with me,
as i am you
and you’re words don’t have a secret meaning;
displaying myself in their essence
as mine do to you
and so i’m writing this here, now,
for you are beautiful
therefore everything you touch is too.




© madi