I lost you

but I gained poetry

 

It’s 1 and 0

It hurts me so

I write to live

 

I tried to connect you with poetry

but my words don’t reach

 

I write each word as if the last,

desperately injecting my love,

with each stroke,

painfully written,

and slowly transcribed,

from emotions to intellect,

to the written form

 

I find solace in poetry

but I would rather find you

 

I can only form an image of you

You whom I love,

within the words of poems

that I write,

so beautiful and kind

 

Along with the pain

and regrets that time

will try but fail

to heal

 

I begin and end,

my first poem and last,

to you and you only