i get lost,
now and then.
i confuse my here with then.
trade my "how i feel"'s for "how i am"'s.
yeah,
i get lost,
now and then.
until i'm found.
then,
my pen becomes my vessel,
and my tongue becomes the sea.
i tread it softly,
from you to me,
until your thoughts become my words,
and my pulse becomes your "me".
you found me,
once.
pressed between the yellowing pages of where i've been,
and where i'll be.
you found me.
untucked me from my paper sheets,
and set me out to let me be
m e .
free,
and untethered.
just lost
forever.
you found me.
and let me be
the cursive poet-tree i'll always be.
i knew you meant it
when you wrote me free.