I know you think about me oftenly
How I can feel everything so deeply
Yet I can disguise and numb away
All these emotions from any display
Had I known that dreams could bring us together
I would’ve kept my eyes closed forever
I loved you not because I was hoping you’d return it
But because giving it felt more than just having it
Our poem was too short to be called a poem
So much ink remains as does the blank pages
Would we ever get to be held right
When we’re always heard by the wrong ones
I know tonight you’ll gaze at the stars alone
Thinking of me and my scent since I’m gone
I know you still miss me though quietly
And the beauty I carefully weaved on your heart, poetry.

KJ✍🏾🇰🇪