I am a writer.
I will write you letters and letters
on how much you were so selfless
saving me while you were
trying to save yourself.

I will write poems about
your eyes and how they look
into my soul and you know that
I’m dying inside so you flash
one of your smiles to say you
understand and it melts all
the pain away.

I will write short stories
about how I was drowning
in the ocean and when I
almost hit rock bottom
you saved me.
You saved me.

I will write and write
until you know that I am saved, all
because of you, and it is time for me
to save *you.