We are one
Within these words
The spell of poetry
The best I can do
When we are really two

Right about now
The funk soul sista
Chasing after her mista
Whatever he did he sure musta
Got that sista all aflusta
Mista musta hit sista  
With a brick wall busta

Some days
You live in my mind rent free
All free
Yet  
Priceless commodity
Thoughts of you
Seducing me
To write all this poetry
Beautiful muse
Feeding my mind
Free for both you and me
The way it will always be
Test it out,
You’ll see

There you are
Nearly too far
But that’s just me
Looking at it optimistically

Moving away isn’t easy
I knew it wouldn’t be
Sometimes I like to pretend
You are missing me
Not enough, though
You’re much harder than I am
To let go

It makes no sense to me
That you don’t want to know me
But maybe you do
Maybe you just don’t want me
To know you

Potentially
(Actually, most likely)
It will turn out to be
One day
I’m writing another man poetry
And you’ll smile to yourself
And think fondly
“I remember when she
Wrote for me”
And those poems will always be
The only existence
Of the potentiality
And possibility
Between what could be we
And you will be happy for me