Our shared interests
brought me here,
two years ago.
I thought we could be as beautiful as
the words you made into poetry,
And I can finally see clearly
That it was.
I finally understood your word paintings
as myself in your shoes,
Trying to fill the same void with
Borrowed love that we won’t return.
You knew I could love you
Just how you needed,
But it wouldn’t repair your heart because
I wasn’t what you wanted.
I write like you once wrote
about a love I don’t need but I want.