I’m submerged in a secret heart
it’s dark
but I don’t need to see
it’s warm
with invisible fire
it’s soft and dreamy and safe
I would like to stay

I don’t think you recognize yourself in my
Poems
In that they are written for you
Of course, many will see themselves
As poetry is known to do
But you
The one who I’m actually talking to
I don’t think
You recognize you

I cannot escape memories
Absence haunts all I do
When eyes close your face is what mind sees
Every place I go there are traces of you