When you ask of me, why poetry
I'm not sure you understand
That it's the center of my universe
The very depth of who I am

The molecules in the air I breath
Oxygen pulsing through the veins
The storm brewing beneath the surface
The pounding of the rain

It's the timeless anticipation
Of the thought that's yet to come
The tearing open of life's seam
The beating of the drum

The first peak of the desert flower
When it feels the gentle touch of spring
The smile in the eyes of a child
And all the joy it brings

The in and out of the tide
In the pulling of the waves
When you ask of me, why poetry
What more is there to say

You ask me why I love you
as if it were a choice
as if I consciously decided to enter into this
I had never entertained this scenario
I don’t remember it

There was never a yes or no moment
Only unremitting moments of resounding yeses
It was never a questions of now or later
It was always both and indefinitely

He says its mine,
I say it's his!
This isn't fine...
How mad this is!
I miss our life together
He thinks he is better.

Really, I'm better off without
Without thinking of him
I don't need to shout
To be heard, I'm not dim
Don't let me forget
Don't let me regret

But let's be honest, I can't be kind
I won't even try.
I'm not going to rewind
I won't take your mind
I'm not letting go
But I'm not going to show

I'm not going to show you who I am
Because when you had the opportunity, you ran...