Smudged ink,
Written poems.
No one to think,
No one to know them.

Dabbed on paper,
With permanent marker.
Save them for later,
When times get harder.

Emotions in words,
Feelings in letters.
Someone gets worse,
Someone gets better.

They may be burned,
But not from our hearts.
We may have learned,
But end up scarred.

Poems draw us near,
Poems draw us close.
Stricken with fear,
Lost in our zone.

Only we know their meaning,
Only we know their story.
They keep us dreaming,
They keep us wondering.

We know these words,
We know them by heart.
We hold their worth,
We know their parts.