Why is it that my deepest thoughts reside at the end of a ballpoint pen?
Unraveling cursive curses onto these horizontal crutches.
Lines bearing the weight of my heavy mind..
because you’re on my mind.
But that’s nothing new so I laugh,
chuckling at the idea of that ever changing,
because you live there.

You built a house in my head without even knowing;
laid the foundation of our friendship.
Slowly added brick after brick
until that house became a home.
Furnished it with memories
that will never be forgotten and
constructed a bed out of every
second of love we ever made.

You are the tenant I will never tire of;
the tenant that pays no rent.
Your presence has been payment enough.
And to tell you the truth, if you ever moved,
you’d take my mind with you...