(for M.R.)
you’re a writer?
yes. sorta. poet.
"and, wow you practically exhale beautiful words…"
first things first.
we begin,
you and I,
in the dark.
stumbling upon one another:
me, walking the dog, oblivious to what’s coming
you, running, drenched in sweat & {heart} sickening fear, breath coming in labored gasps
the dark exists so light can be revealed,
the moment our two realities collide
light is created & by it we see.
second; you should know
the trick to prose is to find words,
not just words to write,
but words that grasp, hook, and bind one heart
to another
so that in the heaviness we do not drown.
instead we find new life;
possibility.