There are no words
in any
dictionary
that will help me describe
you.
I think I will have to make
some new ones
in order
for our conversations
to continue.

"Oh hi, hello poetry! You're safe and sound I see."
"On this odyssey, we're companions aren't we?"

"uh, yes I'm quite sure we've met!"
"When? Uh, from before I was dead."

"You mean to tell me you don't remember?"
"All the words we shared before life's ember?"

"Yes, yes I know you're old and sometimes forget."
"Sorry, didn't mean to scold, please don't be mad.

"I know I'm just one of your many friends,
the beauty on the uniqueness it depends!"

"You know what poetry, when I'll be long gone."
"I'm happy that with another you'll move on"

"Goodbye poetry, goodbye words of ours."
"Hello poetry, every letter amongst the stars"

You say: I’m impossible,
You say: you can’t talk to me any more,
I say: I listened, I replied, I gave you my opinion.

You just didn’t like what you heard.