Here it all is, in your hands
Every word.
Proof
If you want it
On any sad day of your life
When you feel that nobody cares,
That nobody wants you,
Proof
That somebody does.
You can burn it
Or treasure it.
You can read it like a poetry assignment
Or you can feel it like a first kiss.
But let it be said now
That anything you see here that you find beautiful
Is your reflection
Staring back at you, clear as day,
From a page.