A Poem

There was a poem here

it was full of words 

that would've spoke
straight to your heart

but I deleted them

you don't need to know 

I still think about you

Right here is where 

there would've been something 

about what it felt like

to touch you

listen to you

This is the place where

I would've told you how it felt 

to be with someone like you

the miracles and the magic

the butterflies and the anticipation

but I deleted them

Here's where I told
the concocted version of you

because the only you I knew
was the you in my head

birthed by what you didn't say

and the master-ship of my imagination

And the conclusion was

something like a reminder

that when it feels like family -- run

and when you can never know the truth

so chapters close

a poem can be a fitting beginning to the end