The Writer




Sometimes I sit here wondering what to write.

Do I write about you?

How losing you shattered my life,

Or do I write about you in the present tense?

To fool myself and the reader,

Into thinking everything is still ok.



Shall I reminisce about the day I proposed?

Or how life used to dance in your eyes,

And I felt so complete.

Do I let my pain and anger flow into words,

Hiding my tears behind thin scrolls of ink

As I confess my sorrow?



Maybe I’ll write about someone else,

So for a moment I can live their life

And hide from mine.

I know, I’ll write about a sunset,

Or a morning cup of coffee!

That seems safe.



No, that won’t work.

A sunset reminds me of your beauty

And you died in the morning.