This Is Why I Love Poetry...

This is why I love poetry...

I tried to let go of the echo,

but it bounced back as I put on my coat.

So these four walls were like a cloak and outside would call

to inside my dome.

I don’t answer my phone,

Often.

I don’t have hope,

Often.

I don’t atone,

Often.

Like Billie joe,

I walk this lonely road with my shadow behind me…

My only friend,

just to remind me.

Until there was him.

I keep my distance,

I don’t follow blindly.

If he takes off my blindfold,

I shut my eyes instantly.

For his purity is blinding

and if given a collision…

could mean calamity

for our existence.

One touch from me, you end up broken.

On the hopeless path of exhaustion

I can already see the cracks on your ceiling

Your floors and-

I don’t want to give it meaning.

I say the words but I hold back all the feeling.

I look at you briefly…

I keep moments to fleeting.

I love discreetly…

You might feel it’s lost all meaning.

I love you dearly…

I’m just not good at saying.