I wrote poems for you
That sounded like songs
To the hearts of those
Who knew what I was feeling.
That looked like paintings
To the eyes of those
Who understood colours
And translated their meanings.
That rippled through muscles
And tendons and ligaments
And forced into movement
The bodies of those with rhythm.
That crawled up vocal chords
And eased the transition
From the written word
To the music of lovers —

Until my heart was broken
And my poetry was unspoken
And all the storms inside me
Raged and stilled in whiplash
And left me unfocused
And I had to force myself to live
In a world where you weren’t
And I realised this distance
And separation from me
Is what you had chosen —