You’re like poetry,
Waiting to be found.
Or forgotten by time,
Only to be remembered.
By lovers, fools and jesters alike.
You’re on their tongue,
Like water at my feet as I walk by the shore.
Coming and receding like a long lost friend,
Smelling of childhood victories.
And you remind me of myself,
In a different place at a different time.
A time when I stood and swayed and went,
Wherever the wind took me.
But now I am two mirrors,
And a bouquet of forgotten flowers.
And as you stand in front of me,
You make it easier because,
You’re like poetry.
All I have to do is to write you down.