And I'm here tonight
(thousands of miles away from you)
trying again and again
to relive the moment
when you told me you still loved me,
wanting to view it in the kind of way
that could spark inspiration
on how exactly
I could take that moment
and find the right words
to describe it in a poem.

I think the reason
that I still can't figure it out
is because the conversation in itself
was already more amazing
than any of my poems could ever be.

The past few days with you
have been more beautiful
than any combination of words
could ever accurately describe,
starting with the moment you kissed me
and it felt like finally letting go
of the breath I've been holding in for months.

Every moment since then,
I've felt every bit as free,
leading up to last night
when I told you I still loved you, too.