Letters to a Lost Poet

You're in my home

We stay up late exchanging notes

Rudderless as we wrote

Boasting the best words we know

And I depend

On conversations in my bed

All the words I never said

And I do forget that you are dead

And say to me

I'm not blighted with jealousy

That you wrote your words for free

Your tongue puts mine at ease

I'm so glad we met

Finally my mind makes sense

The comfort of coincidence

Writing our way out of the bend

It's no surprise

That you could not survive

Half of what you had would suffice

To live a life between the lines

And the only thing to say

How can I write the pain away?

In the end, we aren't the same

'Cause you got to leave and I have to stay

And so, my love

I promise that we'll stay in touch

But for now, I have to run

To find what will be enough