Just. Her.



i only want

to write for her,

about her,

to her,

i could fill

a million pages

with words

about her hair,

and a billion more


about her smile,


she doesn’t want

the pressure of

those words



so she sits

at a distance

reading some of the words


i was whispering them

into her ear

(of which I could write

a trillion more words about),

while she chats

with a lesser love.


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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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