I thought I'd write a love poem
because I couldn't ever tell you this
in person.
I thought of you today
holding my hand and looking at me
and understanding the things I would not say,
I thought of you
tracing the lines in my palms,
the lines in my face,
the rings around my eyes.
I thought I'd write a love poem,
because, well, I miss you.
I thought about you,
when we first met, and I couldn't say hello,
so I asked you if you could take some things
off of a shelf for me.
I thought about your smile,
that perfect, carnivorous grin,
and I remembered seeing it once before,
when I was very young at the Zoo
and the Zookeepers fed baby calves to the lions.
I thought about you
my calf head ensnared in your beautiful smile
and before I knew it, I was
running, always running.
