I will rather we never met
Than meet and part.
I will rather am not writing you
Than write and you
Squeeze the ink
Out of my words.

I will write then,
Write words fit for the one I met,
Whose words I am wrought upon.

Long before the world beheld me
Our heartbeats synchronised.
You squeezed my heart, gently
To bring it peace
When the world had war
You looked deeply at it seams
As I  blossom,
Ran your fingers along
Felt your fingers around
Weeded,
And soothe frays.

I will write
To the one worth writing to,
Who remained when others left,
My mother.